And when I’m completely ruined I am a blanket my toes broke through all night and I wake so warm you could never make me move. I go to work because that’s what you’re supposed to do. I tell people that my weekend was just fucking wonderful. You know how great couches are, you know I watch Netflix all night because there’s not a single thing I want to do. At the end of the weekend there’s an ache in my stomach, an ache in my shoulders. It’s not an important ache, not an ache in your heart that cuts you apart like a falling tree. I roll a ball of yarn. My finger tips evaporating. My sadness made out of a pile of pillows. You see my heart is also a ball, you see my heart is a knot with no beginning.
