dear blog.

i know our therapist told us to take a break from each other while we were breaking up... but i just want you to know that i'm angry and hating you.

love,
kate

dear blog,

why are you dragging ken and chris into all this?

god.

i totally resent you. you just piss me off.

dear blog,

since we broke up last night i have started running. and i am going to Baltimore with Ken Rumble this weekend to see him read with Gina Myers & justin sirois. i'm going to get to hang out a little with ryan walker, too, i hope. i'm moving on blog. moving on.

i'll probably have a film when i get back. maybe we can talk about it? that's all we ever did well blog. that's all.

dear blog:

i'm breaking up with you because you are a filmmaker and you don't understand me.

it seems like you should, but you don't.

chris says i must explain this. that you won't understand right away.

you'll have to wait.

as you can see

i'm not so into the blog lately.

it has been fun. but maybe it is over? maybe we can be friends.

maybe i just need some space. do my own thing. you do yrs. maybe get in touch again in a few months. o, sure... we can still meet up for poetry readings. totally. but... i just feel... a little... i don't... stifled. it isn't you. it's me. i'm going through a thing. i just want to be free to do whatever i want. take a break. run a marathon. write some poems. maybe even finish my books. you know... i'm going to be 36 soon. i have things i need to do. i just don't want to be linked to you so much. i've got so much to do and you .... you have all the space in the world to be whatever you want to be... 

i don't know what else to say.

i'm just not feeling it.

it isn't you.

it's me.

Capital Theater, Passaic, 1979

"Meet me in the fields behind the dynamo!"