another bruise on my face. some more broken glass. a packed suitcase. i'm over it. he says he needs me. yeah, he needs me like a fish needs a bicycle. i don't need him. hell, i don't even want him! so i hop a train, a plane, a car. i chain smoke and cry and drink and i call up cynthia for a place to stay. she lives in new york. i just came from L.A. i am happy. she loves me and says it's not my fault he's a dick. i knew that since i got into this relationship. so i say i know. she laughes and i laugh and we know who we are. i know who i am. after all these years of clinging and silence and taking it. i know who i am. maybe the sky is falling. maybe the earth has changed rotation. i could care less. i am basking in the glow of my inner self.
