bread and water

2009-12-17 | 2:00 a.m.

at my grandmother's funeral; i was waiting with my mother. waiting for everyone to come together.

since then i have cut off my hair
in fistfulls
and stopped functioning.
unrelated, i suppose.
maybe entirely not.
everytime i move, the world creaks.
i won't leave my front porch.

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