same story, new face, same story new face.

i realized tonight that places are not haunted, people are. i was fucking haunted, stumbling through that lot in the dark. with every step i was unsure of what brittle bones my footfall would crunch. the only ghost i ever faced was a chainlink fence and a lock that wasn't there before. it was long after i'd hopped it, and was under city lights that i realized there was no moon.

my ghosts are kind. nothing bad has ever happened to me.

all i want in the entire world is four walls and a door that closes.

My skin is porous.

Okay, here's your cereal. Eat your cereal. Thomas, don't kick Catherine. Eat your cereal. Do you want some fruit? Oh, no. You spilled your cereal. No TV until you get dressed. No. Get dressed. Thomas, turn of the TV and get dressed. Thomas, don't hit your sister. Catherine, what have you got in your mouth? Catherine, open your mouth! What's that! Oh God! That's disgusting, spit that out! Thomas! I told you about the TV. What did I tell you about the TV? Catherine, get that out of your mouth. Okay, we have to go to the bus stop. We have to keep walking or we'll miss the bus. We're going to the bus stop. I already told you where we're going. Thomas, let go of your sister. Catherine, stop teasing Thomas. Catherine, pick up your hat. Don't run. Stay off the road. Come on, hold my hand. Thomas, Stop! No running. There's cars here! Hold my hand. Don't tease Catherine. Catherine, don't hit your brother. No, Catherine, you can't pull my shirt up. What did I tell you about private places Catherine? That's my private place, Catherine, let go. Here's the bus! Yes, we're on the bus. Yes, this is a nice bus. Thomas, pick on seat and stay there. Catherine, put your hat back on. We're going to feed the ducks. No, you can't have this moldy bread it's for the -- Hey! Catherine! Take that out of your mouth. You heard me! Thomas, don't hit your sister. Catherine pick up your hat. Here we are! We're going to feed the ducks. Thomas, get off that. Thomas, I'm warning you! I'm counting to three.... Catherine! No running onto the street! There's lots of cars here! Hold my hand. Where's your hat? Oh crap. We're going back to get Catherine's hat. That's where we're going. Thomas, hold my hand. If you're going to be bad, we're getting back on the bus and going home! You heard me! Don't hit your sister. Get that out of your mouth.

Oh hey! It's the cute boy I met on the bus! What a terrific time to run into you. No, these are not my children. No, I don't have a six year old.

Thomas, don't hit your sister. Catherine, where's you hat? Let's sit here for a minute... Sit nicely. Catherine! Don't lick that window! Catherine, stop, that's filthy.

Oh yes, I'm babysitting. Oh, you've been wanting to run into me? That's nice. Yeah, it was cool hanging on the bus with you too. Hold on.

Thomas! Don't hit your sister! Catherine, let me see your boo-boo. Oh you're okay. Thomas, say your sorry! Thomas! Get off that!

Do I have a pen to write down your number? No, I'm afraid I don't and quite frankly - Thomas, let go - quite frankly I don't want it. Two weeks ago I would have scratched it into my arm with a penknife, but - Catherine, take that out of your mouth. Troy, I don't care if your name is Troy. I don't care that your agent says you're having trouble landing commercials because you're too Brad Pitt. I don't care that your dimples will look good on my babies. I'm afraid to get too close to your sperm. That's right. I don't want your number. I have seen the ghost of children yet to come, and I am never having sex again.

the end of it
and soft
shallow breathing in my ear

i find your skin with the tips of my fingers
full-colour in the dark.

i have second-day hair
and yestersday's socks on

I love seeing strangers' living rooms through their windows at night. An apartment building is like a buffet of living rooms, yellow lamps, and flickering blue TV screens illuminating strangers picking their noses.