I don't keep a diary. My diary keeps me.
It writes, "The silly bastard did what
he always does today. What a bore.
I hate being his diary."
I tried to maintain my diary,
but my diary said, "Get your
fucking hands off me."
You know, that's fine with me.
I either did or didn't do
that thing, whatever it was,
on February 16th that year.
Hans Ostrom, 2012
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