when i was yellow and you. i wanted to dream about mothers and eat cake. instead, we slept hung-over into the afternoon and talked about. this isn't about silvery shoes or my old blue couch that i left by the dumpster not quite a year ago. and now that he's been here. a year. and we fell out of the sky. there isn't anything worth fighting about. on days when the new sofa doubles for my bed and that i just yelled the f-word when you were on the phone with your . this week, i've gained a thousand pounds. and i don't have any extra fabric for the ass end of my jeans. or a real job. to. go.