it was a good thing i got drunk last night because the curse won over the cubs. it just doesn’t feel right, and all i can think about are my peeps down in chi, and poor tony pierce — the people who wanted it more than me. i can’t help but wonder if things would have been different if i had a painted my face for the game and boosted the cosmic energy that would propel the cubs to a world series victory.
but i guess it’s too late for that.
i didn’t want to get out of bed this morning. my head was sore and my lungs were second-hand-smoked out. ivy was there, curled up between my legs as if he knew i needed a cuddle. my cure, my siren song: scrambled eggs on toast with vegetarian “bacon”… and tea for the walk to school. slowly, life moves on.
The heart may freeze or it can burn
The pain will ease if I can learn
There is no future
There is no past
I live this moment as my last
There’s only us
There’s only this
Forget regret
Or life is yours to miss
No other road
No other way
No day but today
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