spencermary

is a crazy person.

and

i'm embarrassed.

could it have been determined any differently?

i want to wear big sweatshirts

 black stirrup leggings

with tall green garden boots 

everyday and

have people listen 

to what i have to say,

and especially to the 

wonderful news that i've got for them.

i'd rather they not already know

because of an online social networking page

that is constantly keeping tabs on me,

feeding me quite literally to the public

while i, in turn, am frantically feeding them. 

someone would think of such a thing.

why am i home?

this isn't helping my complexion!

i read the things 

that i write to people

that i write

and finger-pick to people;

i'm a crazy person!

we're all lonely crazy persons!

language drives us apart.

language separates us.

language stifles our breath.

information and not communication.

it's the duchess.

still! it's the duchess!

our situation.

we haven't changed,

we've only changed our clothes.

our natural, social, political surroundings

consume us.

we deny the river 'till the end. 

and the end and the end

how come?