Today - 2/26/09watched a movie in English class today
then took a nap during project.
I think most people would cherish a day like mine—
it just left me wondering where it went.
spent a lot of time hating people and feeling resentful.
spent a lot of time ignoring people and feeling indifferent.
spent some time missing someone, and wondering why, and realizing that
it may be love.
spent some time astounded— silent— realizing that I don't love the people I expect myself to love, and
realizing I couldn't let anyone know this but myself.
felt the freezing sting of losing all confidence in writing. if I don't get accepted to InnerSpark I think I might quit,
but I'm still writing now. I guess I can't help it.
I write because I have nothing to say.
I write because I have nothing to say.
but, at least it seems, the day has gone somewhere—
it's on this page.
2/27/09
She pressed her lips against my knee— kissing my jeans, and left her mouth there— open. Her breath warmed the
cloth, and sunk into my skin.
Now I am sitting on our couch where we've passed so much time sentimentally soul-searching and expressing. There's
a damp, cool mark where her lips had been. I shift my leg to conceal it— feeling like a chile with stained clothing,
and all I want is her lips back— making everything strange feel right.
I am not cautious. I take a gulp of hot coffee that burns down my throat and into my stomach. I imagine it replaces
the digestive acids, and now everything melts into the brown fluid— unnatural and consuming.
Passing By - 2/28/09
my heart is pounding so hard, it seems to lift me off the mattress with every beat.
a man said in his poem that love is as strange as wearing shoes.
I know he is right.
I know she doesn't want to think of love as strange.
she likes to think of it romantically.
I think I am dead, and it isn't so bad.
my friend asks me what its like— spooky, I say
because we did things in the dark; then we stopped—
in this lifetime everything fades— ghostly and transparent.
I can walk through walls, but all I want is to disappear for a while
behind your skull,
and when I return to reality, I think I'll probably
leave you.