Friday, May 16, 2003

Tired

today i had to pretend that my shower was more symbolic than it should have been, just because yesterday felt too much on me. and i am so ready to trade the metaphor in for a bit a of metonymy. only, maybe tomorrow.

Wednesday, May 14, 2003

A Peach, Not So Peachy

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i am a peach. a soft fleshy outside with my heart serving as a pit that can't be pried from invisible ribs. and choking ensues.

Thursday, May 8, 2003

More Details

behind my eyes overloaded sensory doodling of images creating themselves because they can, moving because they can. octagons of blues that multiple. a tiptoeing pair of bananas. a proscenium that recognizes itself and expands as far as it can until it recognizes again it is still a proscenium of black.
my head's way of recoiling from logic. from structural analysis of daysgoneby. from minimalism. from math tests. decode.
and for now it's alright. dreams of beige diners that creakingly tilt. And not so dreams of dead ends and a man i know treading the end of my life/the fence that i hop over. he cries, i dies.
details register. little stories, the stories people choose to tell me when they meet me. that story. stories of bricks running one direction, feet another. i rub my eye. someone calls my name and grounds me for a second more. sometimes, i'm so thankful for that.

Thursday, May 1, 2003

Sunshine Smiling At Night

things are so good sometimes when i'm convinced humanity has clapped regressive backwards on itself again. i go to retreat to the cave of shadows that is my (E is so generously - and very much out of nowhere - letting me take over his room while he is not particularly living at home)room to read books for company. and then i turn around. there you are. all of you.