Random poetry flinging

Emptying Town
--after Provincetown

Each fall this town empties, leaving me
drained, standing on the dock, waving bye-
bye, the white handkerchief
stuck in my throat. You know the way Jesus

rips open his shirt
to show us his heart, all flaming & thorny,
the way he points to it. I'm afraid
the way I miss you

will be this obvious. I have

a friend who everyone warns me
is dangerous, he hides
bloody images of Jesus around my house

for me to find when I come home--Jesus
behind the cupboard door, Jesus tucked

into the mirror. He wants to save me
but we disagree from what. My version of hell
is someone ripping open his
shirt & saying

look what I did for you.

---Nick Flynn

Pain. There's going to be lots of pain.

My head hurts. A lot. But I got to watch Angel tonight, and wow, I'm really feeling the Faith/Wes vibes. Althogh Boreanaz seems to need a lot of direction in order to not be a cartoony crap Angelus.

And I don't want to redo my PChem quiz, and I'm tired, and there's nothing to read, and I can't remember how to find out which friends are home this weekend and blah.

But I'm feeling much love for the world right now, so it could be worse.