2002-04-27
8:44 p.m.

Wow. It's been a wierd few days. I won the election. I am now the Downtown Campus Student Body President of Pima Community College. How cool is that? Doesn't it sound professional? I'm quite pleased about it. I've been soaking up the glory since Wednesday night when I found out. It feels really nice.

There's nothing much else to report, though I felt really dumb on Friday when I missed my bus, and showed up a half an hour late for the meeting. It makes a really good impression, doesn't it? Oh well, such is life. I went to lunch with my cousin Amy today, and we just said that I was "fashionably late." I was making a statement. I'll be an easy-going president. Yeah..... Sure.... That's what it is.......

I finally wrote something new. Here it is:

Broken

It is a case of mistaken identity.
I don’t know who this woman is anymore.
This thing sheltered in a cavern of skin and fragile bones.
I want to break free,
Become
Unbroken.

I am a stolen thing,
Snatched from the womb of unknowing.
God, a kleptomaniac,
rushed from my veins like crimson honey,
and isolation claimed me.

I am taking hostages,
Counting my comrades,
One, two, three………… Infinity.
It is never enough to sustain what is not broken.
God is still a thief,
I am still a criminal.

I am an emotional hooker.
I’m strutting down the Miracle Mile of my scarred heart
in stiletto heels.
I’m letting men fiercely fuck me
With their succulent words
And sterile, supple fingers.

I am a captive of my own design.
In the end,
they leave me
Stranded
On the side of the road,
still weirdly wondering,
waiting till the dawn.