My God, does love ever die? I ask, and will die asking.
Anais Nin
Same, baby girl.
What can I say about where I’m stuck?
I’ve done everything I can.
I’ve given this all the words.
I like the new one, or how the one before that came back for seconds. Everything that has come after you is Better, but God, who cares?
It’s still not dead!
Even after bashing love’s head in with a shovel.
It lives on.
In an attempt to mix things up, I have recorded myself reading some new poetry for this special edition of dear diary. If people end up liking this, I will consider making videos a semi-regular thing, but I’m unsure how this will land.
Bare with this bitch!!!
At least it’s something new.
Here are (3) poems.
Truffle (2023)
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