The weekend is passing effectively. It's somehow Sunday morning... I sufficiently cycled another 24 hours of crying and sleeping. In my latest emergency call to David to cry about the luthier; he brought forward a new theory to my present state of disarray. "I don't think he realized..." What David was referring to with the "realize" bit, I believe, are my eccentricities. He reckons that perhaps the luthier didn't realize I'm quite... so......
Someone told me yesterday that they found my writing to be romantic. My reply was, "I think I'm more of a master of heartbreak..." Maestro di crepacuore. I honestly do believe, after my most recent heart slashing, I'm done. Finnito. While I appreciate there is quite a particular romance to the utter despair only associated with slaughter of the heart - macellazione cuore - after awhile, I don't think I can take anymore. I feel the worst for...
Namaste. It's still surreal that I have had my heart destroyed to this degree, so recently. I'm glad that I have at least been able to entertain my three-week house guest. I feel like, as a Poet, I'm allowed to be as boo-hoo as I feel like being today. I dare said that I haven't taken a hit like this since my first husband. And that was rough. Anyways, time for a drastic change. I'm not sure what it will be like yet - but it will be drastic....
Last night I was in Brooklyn licking raw Luthier wounds. One of my favorites made the evening, like always. I tipped topless women and laughed loudly. I was twirled to tracks that played on a juke box in a Cony Island bar, catching up with a bartender I used to see regularly. I had fun for the first time since my birthday. Last week was a little whack. Today, with my sister staying with me from Australia, I'm going to walk down the east side and...
I was speaking with one of my favorite people yesterday who commented how I haven't been around. Truth be told, the luthier fucked up my game for a hot second. So yeah, she's right. I haven't really been around. I've been out and about - all over the place. My heart has been kicked around at this point to a degree where getting over another break-up has taken on a new tone. I used to try to think of what could be done differently, or how to fix...