undeliverable.

dear people who stare,
you will probably never know how much you suck. kind of a shame really.

dear person who just called my work,
no i am not "her assistant," did you assume that because i'm the person who answers the freckin phone around here or just because my voice makes me sound like a young girl to you? thanks for not apologizing when i corrected you.

dear nightmares of the past month,
i spent all morning reading (more) articles about iraq, palestine & detentions. you suddenly make a lot more sense. henceforth i will try to look at you as healthy reminders instead of as signs of my mind turning against me. i am giving myself reality checks even in my sleep.

xo me.