jaspie june 14, 2:36am. i open a new can for him. sounds like he's devouring it. i look out the window at the flashing hospital light. i look back and the food is still there. i cry pleas. penny peed in the corner by the toilet. i cleaned it but it still smells. i clean it again, cough from the spray. my head is full of rain, it smells of pee everywhere. we're floating in this apartment in space. i look around in the places jaspie goes. he's under the white desk under with the cactus on it, under the bauhaus poster where i put a white baby pad he didn't want. he wants the wood floor cubby hole. i wonder am i good enough for him.