plowing ahead

tomorrow I deliver the missive, still not sure how it's all gonna go down. One things for sure - no cute popculture references, no lowdown deceit, and we're all gonna be alot thinner. I keep picking up books and reading the first half chapter, enough to put it down again forever, knowing there is a magazine in my future. A time for memories that turn your bones to glass, turn your bones to glass. Former lovers keep making a stand, my heart is never big enough to motor the shoulder away from the past. Nothing slays me as much as the simple words of my son "I loveyou Dad" as he drifts into sleep. Makes me forget I loved and lost this year.