'In an ever changing world of gender, who knows what I'm going to end up being. But in the end, I want to morph into something I'm comfortable with.

Thursday, March 25, 2004  

It's dark out.
the sun's just set.
the lecturer's droning voice and the klickity clack of the keyboard is overpowering.
my tummy rumbles.
my mind spins in circles.

.

I nearly died I suicided softly
I saw her shadow through the cafe window
I watched you lean across the table
I watched you whisper in her ear

And she is your holy Mary
And I am so ordinary
And you can use me if you want to
I know you need me just like an old soft shoe

She looks like me but a bit prettier
She's a skater and a ballet dancer
I saw her on your motorcycle
In the seat I thought was meant for me

And when your mother came you disappeared
And then I saw you three together
I guess she makes the best impression
With her charming femininity...

And she is your holy Mary
And I am so ordinary
And she is your Queen Cleopatra
And I'm just your morning after
And she is your Star Spangled Banner
And I am just Frere Jaque
And you can lose me if you want to

I tell myself that love is truly giving
Somehow I justify this.

tsk.
/slaps face.

and i am so ordinary.

muttered @ 4:41 AM.

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