Wednesday, January 14, 2009
things i forgot but then remembered, sometimes immediately, sometimes less so.
to call my mother to check the voicemail to lock the door to feed the cat to pay the phone bill to take my coffee cup with me to stop spending so much money on coffee in the first place to enter an essay contest to email my advisor to make a decision on my own to be my myself to take my lunch to make something healthy for dinner to eat anything at all to sit up straight to listen to have a conversation to turn off the heater to turn off the porch light to turn off my insides and outsides.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
dark circles
listening to mickey avalon and brewing chamomile tea. i look incredible this morning, aside from my eyes. my hair is perfect. today is opposite day, i guess. this is neither insightful nor inspiring. just words, all i have, and all i ever did. in a few moments i'll have bags to place over bags, to soak the night away, and words, and him, and words.
Monday, December 29, 2008
nice sometimes
sometimes it's nice to smell the heaters when they first turn on and eat peanut butter with raspberry preserves and listen to music i've never heard. sometimes it's nice to cut paper with sharp scissors and buy shoes exactly like the ones i had on when i went to the store and to tell you, this way, how much i think of you when i do these things that are nice, sometimes.
Friday, December 26, 2008
holidays at my parents' house
stacks of magazines and catalogues all addressed to my dead grandfather, all selling the same handguns and slippers and stick-on stained glass. stacks of everything, everywhere. the television too loud. my father gone. my mother and baby brother asleep in their chairs, always, off and on. i spend the holidays at my parents' house awake. and awakening. and awake.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
broken belt
eating, sleeping, living alone is a little bit like driving without power steering. everything is slow. deliberate. it's all my arms can do to turn the right direction, to stay within the lines.
Monday, December 15, 2008
if i called
i'd feel awkward. it would be too late. you might be busy, or sleeping, or both. i'd feel guilty. i'd apologize. you would either understand or not. if i called, it would be a failure. if i called, would you answer?
Monday, December 1, 2008
i do and do not have these things.
the usual. comforter money faith heart.
the will to stay warm when it's cold out.
a swan in my bedroom. eyes to see it.
the will to stay warm when it's cold out.
a swan in my bedroom. eyes to see it.
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