randy confessional poetry
reading a book of randy confessional poetry thinking, for fuck sake! there is more to life than rutting! like what? well, like... not rutting? but i know that is not a proper answer. i try to think. what else, what else. having a child? thats rutting. okay, community? art? travel? saving up to buy a house? kitchen renovations? i am not convinced by any of my answers. then, i find it: distraction, distraction is my answer. distraction for what? for getting through every day and every night and every week and every month and every year for the rest of my life. and for what? well, to avoid disappointing my parents too much. it all comes back to parents. parents and their rutting.