spinning round inside my head

sometimes i forget about songs and then, at a mere suggestion, i am swept away into their sound again.

don't you know this life goes on
and won't you kiss me
on that midnight street
sweep me off my feet
singing ain't this life so sweet

this years love had better last

there's some things. some things.

my backpack is currently full of empty bottles, a sticky cake plate, a cork screw and three corks, beer caps, random papers and scraps from gum packages. i haven't gotten dressed yet. last night things reminded me of cinnamon and molasses- foreign and fond and unmistakeably necessary.