I think images are worth repeating

Too many images tonight reminding me of forgotten (and thankfully so) desires. There’s the hair that hung down and the hair than didn’t. I guess there’s just less hair altogether now – shaved pubes, balding – but there’s more of us: bodies consistently expanding. Then there’s the creepy thing that she cut the 5th grade version and the 12th grade version out of something, possibly even a larger photo, and montaged them together. All runnerly and jaw-thrusted – everything was ahead. Now Franklin-stove-esquely, waiting for something to happen. Off my meds for three days. Should be in bed. Get back to the gym before the gig. Drop a few. Fit into spandex bodysuit. Live again.