I don't like my coffee like my men.

Today I woke up feeling hungry for the first time in weeks. I missed it :)

I wish I was a guy. It's not fitting for a woman to spoil her man on Valentines day, is it? I guess breaking convention can't hurt, and besides, what am I to do with money if not spend it? My conveying of emotions is somewhat stunted, you see. Unless I've had a few too many or a little white powder... Life would be much easier if I could just type an emoticon and not use my big words.

Where is my shame, when all this is done?

The song that cannot be sung by these

lips, but forced. And echoing the sound

that works into the tremors of the

ground. The last dark day,

October dust, no shame in nature

So you say.

What is my name when

all this is done?

You cannot recall a better

day or time between the lines

of cherry trees,

That now in blossom gleam,

Infectious,

Ruthless in your disease

that filled their petals one by one,

No shame

When all this is done.