You know how i said i did well last March?

770, 670, 800.

Missed 3 points on the writing section because they didn’t like my essay philosophy. Math. Detecting metaphors, sentence structure, analogous thoughts: Got ‘em. Yeah, I got ‘em all. 

but as if numbers reveal anything true…

one, zero.

I say never date a writer because I am one too. My first medium was the body but it steadily fell short in communicating my head so to survive I had to learn the better medium. When i didnt have the words, i couldn’t dominate the thoughts.

I say never date a writer also because the best ones tend to be womanizing alcoholics. So it goes. )

I say never date a writer because they know their angles-

Their diction thrusts,

Their syntax finger tip swirls,

Litotes lick,

(See, i can entrance just by typing this with my thumbs

Is that an illusion? Is that fair?)

I say never date a writer because they know. The workings of the world, of their world, of their tongue, of how to get to you, at you, in you.

I try not to be deceiving. Right now, this is me manipulating you.

My talents may be effective,

but it is imperative you do not forget i am still only another

Other.

The flesh is the farthest into another person one can reach.

I say never date a writer but i also say never listen to me. 

I say never date a writer but also, never say…

You can try dating a dancer. They are muses to watch. As a writer entrances with circles so too does a dancer spin like a sufi. But if you tell one (a dancer, not a sufi) that was a great performance, they will cast you off as an discreditable source. It was good. Not great. You can try dating a dancer but the number of fouettés wasn’t enough/ whip not sharp enough, the developé not high enough, not high enough, not high enough, the line not straight enough because the inherent curves of the body prevent (inherent, inherent, why cant that be changed/I say it can), the leap not bounding enough, the grace not antelope enough. Never enough. (“If you love something enough” the paradox being, if you truly love something, there is no such thing as enough). Sufficiency is settling for something <. 

Enough, enough they eventually say. And they die.

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