Day nine of the cold count.
still feeling miffed about not being able to spend the summer months in europe, although it means my impending escape from the G has been pushed forward.
[moths fluttering against the walls of my abdomen.]
my dreams have developed a feline face motif.
days pass while i sip stale coffee and smoke parliaments,
playing with dolls and cameras.
i chipped my milk glass ring.
today i received a sun-faded Sandman poster in exchange for a smile-
a smug grin plastered to my face the rest of the walk home.
"you are a yellow surprise."
Thursday, January 29, 2009
"why do birds suddenly appear"
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
You're not going to Europe? Boo effin' hiss -
But, you could come hang out with me sooner and I can take you to the best thrift store I have been to in my whole life -
(which might make up for Europe)
- and if not, there's always deep dish pizza between sky-scrapers.
Yah, it's a bummer about europe, but . . c'est la vie. I'm trying not to get upset about things that i can't control.
and getting to come see you sooner is totally an upside!
how does end of may/early june sound??
Post a Comment