i can't do anything right. i feel unlovable and stupid and childish.

i just wanted you to love me in a big, real way. i clearly make that impossible.

i am trying very hard not to give up

two applications submitted, eight to go.

ear infection, tea tasting, cleaning = my break so far.

the foreign taste of your wrist
throws me on my
knees again

......

how do i choose ten poems to represent all of this?

only time will tell