writing while driving

the sunset is casting
through the chinook on the horizon
nothing is lasting
I am writing in the book
as I am driving
somewhere away from you
somewhere toward my sanity
who hasn't been asking
why all this suffering?

my thoughts are basking
the sun's light is fading
and all I'm left with is glittering fog

girl's best friend

November 28, 2004
remember that time when I couldn't stop crying and you were watching that Tom Hanks movie and I lay on the floor in the kitchen, afraid to look anyone in the eye, afraid of everything, really.
Blue loved me even in my broken state and tried to make me see the beauty in your slobbery slipper. All I could do is quiver and sob, but there was a part of me, way down deep inside that felt better because of that beautiful boy.
I remember that time.
jas