I'm devastated that you are gone, Mark. No one. No one is like you. Not a day will pass that I wont love you.
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Bruised love letters
Bone chips your white perfect teeth. I'm waiting on wild name play, staring, staring at you. I'm glossolalia nonsense-girl, come fauna in my darkroom. Unmoving, still I drone endlessly... Strip me bare, gurgling incoherence- waiting. Hold me, press, oh shit!...
Sabotage
I was particularly angry at myself for forgetting something last week; I stayed in bed all day ruminating-punishing-not-punishing (myself). I walked to my studio and as I found myself lying on the floor (something I do a lot these days)....
One day of my recent diary... that I'm willing to share
I met him again, all boozy and stinking of fags. He handed me an antique postcard he’d sat on earlier in the day.‘I got this for you.’ He said handing it to me,‘You’ve sat on it for me too’ I...