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May. 9th, 2002 12:34 pmlast night a. drawing on the white board bling
bling laughing his shifty papery laugh
see it's the diamond in my teeth
s & j were there, & s is now all gradschooly with her bad self. me, my lack of gre, my lack of anything. i'm so arrogant. i'm better than everything everyone. i'm worth nothing. these two kites, bitter fighting fliers in a beach wind. sparring with their sharp sharp string. worth everything/worth nothing. or not much. or just that piece of me that you believe in. that you have held.
i stared at my glass. i drank my wine. i wiped down the countertops.
are you okay, are you okay c kept asking me. i'm fine i'm just doing things, i said. jittery. arranging the dinner so it jumps from stove oven to tabletop. trying to arrange everything like this. quick rippling unstoppableness. the little tasks. the time between now and july, or now and autumn.
later i heard you cry just that faint little and your cheek two thousand too many miles away to cradle in my palm and my heart oh my heart wanted to leap fishlike out of its watery home and fin up that dangerous slipstream river to yours.
bling laughing his shifty papery laugh
see it's the diamond in my teeth
s & j were there, & s is now all gradschooly with her bad self. me, my lack of gre, my lack of anything. i'm so arrogant. i'm better than everything everyone. i'm worth nothing. these two kites, bitter fighting fliers in a beach wind. sparring with their sharp sharp string. worth everything/worth nothing. or not much. or just that piece of me that you believe in. that you have held.
i stared at my glass. i drank my wine. i wiped down the countertops.
are you okay, are you okay c kept asking me. i'm fine i'm just doing things, i said. jittery. arranging the dinner so it jumps from stove oven to tabletop. trying to arrange everything like this. quick rippling unstoppableness. the little tasks. the time between now and july, or now and autumn.
later i heard you cry just that faint little and your cheek two thousand too many miles away to cradle in my palm and my heart oh my heart wanted to leap fishlike out of its watery home and fin up that dangerous slipstream river to yours.
