Meat

Maybe you should do the writing if you want a change now. I'm sure you're busy though- discouraged- watching bombs drop down on Gaza all night while I do fake nails and watch my telenovellas in my disconnected dorm room. I haven't watched the news in over six months now. The closest I have come is watching day old CNN reports on YouTube and refreshing the presidential tally page until I was sure Obama won.
Somehow my words aren't cutting it at this point- Not cutting anything. Not sharp enough for razors- not sharp enough to slice meat, no weight to slice cheese or even butter for that matter. They're as dull as my hazed out mind, slowly forgetting what it means to be alive.
I can't cut through anything. It's all in my way now. I can't cut through anything.