A Complex like no Other
I've been spending time with Jonah lately, in his slime-slick, one room Bible story. I've been thinking a lot about who I'm not; Jonah thinks I'm crazy. We roasted marshamellows yesterday, we made our home sneeze. We talked about our childhoods to the extent of what we had already told our psychotherapists. Jonah is obsessed, and I am so unbalanced; what a team we make. While roasting fish with matches, I wonder if we kill them because they don't blink like we do, or maybe is scares us that their skin feels so different... I feel sick and sorry. I wanna go home and live again; Jonah thinks I'm crazy. I feel like I have a complex like no other. I feel like I'm missing pieces. I feel like I'm drowning in a waiting room, and Jonah pats my head a little too much like a dog. I am so lost in being found. Written March 9th, 2002 © on Mar 09 2002 10:33 AM PST, Katrina Armour 0 • 10
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