I wish I could remember things in order, but where would the interest in that be? So I'll just jump out with random memories from this weekend/week, and you can piece together anything you want, skip over whatever you want. Consider it a treasure hunt. Fiction, lies, non fiction, truth, make your own rules. Read backwards. If only I had blue eyes, more pretty songs would be written about me. Playing Boston housewife for the weekend, the womenfolk took care of the cookies while the menfolk (?) searched in vain for an all-nighter log. Listen to me, girl's can read too. Turn on the taps and flush the toilets when I say GO! Why didn't you get a picture of me with the electric saw? Sadly maybe the critics were right: an adult fairytale is 3/4ths war with 1/4 fairytale, and that's the closest they can get. The saddest part of that movie was when the captain couldn't see the faun. If you hear a boom, you are instructed to get your shotguns from under the bed and shoot me. Maybe it would have been better to put the spaceheater in the bed, like a lapdog. Trouble, don't get any ideas, you still have to do homework tonight. Jagerbombs and techno grinding versus hot tea and hotter jazz. I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind, that I put down in words. Spectacular spectacular! There's something to be said about the garlic in the utensil drawer, and nothing to be said about snow melting off the skylight, because I don't want you to have it. Steep the tea. That's quite a nice purse, did you get it in Germany? Did you ever have the perfect race? So let's take a poll on lifelike listening...who actually cares? If that isn't a dealbreaker, I give you guys at least a few more years.
Now this is serious: If your future depends on hearing back on an e-mail from a professor about a class, it might be wise to stay near a computer for the weekend, because you don't want to lose opportunities. But since that same line could be used to justify what you did your entire weekend INSTEAD of staying near a computer, don't be hypocritical. Just have a mad dance party with your roommate to let off the steam of finding out, at 9:23pm, that if you had e-mailed your essay to your professor by 5:00 that afternoon, you would have been in advanced fiction.
Well you'll never find it. If your looking for it.
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we were on e.e.cummings floorboards. you were cold. i woke up in the middle of the night to heat up the room. it was snowing you were beautiful. you kissed me and smiled at the snow on the sky-light. you wanted to go running where it was dangerous. you buried your head into my arms when the scary parts were coming. you chose a quesdilla and wrote your name small, so I wrote it again, BIGGER miss Brogan. you laughed with my haiku. you listened to my past on photos. you woke me up with pinch and a smile. you didn't want to leave, neither did i. you were a tiny dancer- spectacular- i was amazed. you were potent and destructive. you were dressed for the occasion. you wanted sigma but not for sigma to have me. you wanted buxton for its music and darkness. you wanted a drink. you wanted mischief. you wanted to remember how to live. 'are you going to be good or bad tonight?'
'good'
no just read that backwards.
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