6/20
My chest feels vulnerable to stabbing. Last night I went to a movie. In the darkness, sitting upon a laddered row, I rubbed the bald man’s head in front of me like a good luck accident. I leaned slightly towards the man sitting next to me. I listened as he talked to his girlfriend and in my head responded better than she. Today I drank a mimosa at our Fatherless day brunch. It left me with a headache. The man sitting next to us was white, he sat across a beautiful black woman. The man was missing his left arm. I feel rejected and betrayed by all the men in the life. This is a shame. What is true is that I am alone. Drawn by an artist with a sense of humor. Drawn to them, and wanting, and why? What is true.
