I’m starting a new job today. I live in Dallas, now. I’m not settled in enough where it has stopped feeling like another world. And every decision I make is connected to a fan of strings that resonate forward setting off bells and obscuring former paths, probably creating others. I can’t care. It’s a fragile place where I have freedom but limited desire. All there is is solipsism and everything outside of here feels like fiction.
i still keep my baby teeth in a bedside table with my jewelry
you still sleep in the bed with me, my jewelry, and my baby teeth
