Kristen, 19, Louisville to Bloomington.

More and More
by Margaret Atwood

More and more frequently the edges
of me dissolve and I become
a wish to assimilate the world, including
you, if possible through the skin
like a cool plant's tricks with oxygen
and live by a harmless green burning.

I would not consume
you or ever
finish, you would still be there as the air.

Unfortunately I don't have leaves.
Instead I have eyes
and teeth and other non-green
things which rule out osmosis.

So be careful, I mean it,
I give you fair warning:

This kind of hunger draws
everything into its own
space; nor can we
talk it all over, have a calm
rational discussion.

There is no reason for this, only
a starved dog's logic about bones.

Tonight

shelbylogan:

I always feel like shit when I don’t say hi to people I know, but I feel awkward when I do say hi.
I went to Henie Brothers to get a chai tea but I was 2 minutes late and the door was locked, Ryan was working and I feel like shit for not saying hi. Then at supertarget I saw Kristen with a guy I used to go to gradeschool with, which was weird.
So I’m left thirsty and feeling like shit. And I just had déjà vu.

I would’ve said hey to you guys but i didn’t see you until you were leaving haha.
Which one did you go to gradeschool with?