please don't tell me

that I've made a terrible mistake.

because I'm telling myself:
chin up bitch, you're gonna make it.

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joyce carol oates

is getting to my head. i've been reading you must remember this all day instead of cleaning and preparing to pack, and under the spell of the narrator's syntax, i've forgotten how to think.

nearly everything that's worried me this summer has been swept deep into my unconsciousness, except for a few persistent thoughts still bumping along the surface of my mind.

two weeks..

and i'm moving home.
portland, i have taken you for granted.
you will be sorely missed.