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things written in texas
Oct. 3rd, 2008 01:30 pm9/26
Texas - grackles antiques abandoned rusted machinery fields of cows occasionally plastic drink cups made for trucks wide roads seven lanes plenty of parking the natural extension of infinite space no way off that doesn't lead back to on thick accents sweet tea if you ask for it sugar endless flat roads the scent of mesquite on your fingernails oil that collects at a laundromat a.k.a. washateria slow but fast a tangle of roads somewhere brides colliding roses the obvious blue sky no option blackout shades that hide the tall perilous light.
Antique mall north of Austin
Rooms of costume finery; antiques; 1920s shoes; narrow button gloves; corsets unopened from a factory; Victorian delicate hand worked lace blouses; beautiful white lawn tennis dresses; unopened package of 1940s stockings w/ seam up the back; hats and feathers; childrens' baptismal gowns; rouge tins and powder boxes; piles of gloves soft, to the elbow, barely worn; ladies cheap jewel boxes; a row of furs; girdles; slips and strange bras with stays and buckles; disintegrating beaded shifts and purses; glittery rhinestone buckles; glass bead necklaces.
At the wedding
Red church chapel walls against the perfect blue fading sky; one songbird perched above; grasses at my ankles when I walk a path; during interminable pictures, feeling clever and grownup clutching a beer by its neck, bringing it to Kirk; flowered gravel paths; the cool and surprisingly deep pool of water at the fountain, where I dipped my hand at the end of the night; dancing in a giant circle and wanting more like that; bright Texas stars in the sky; Aggies singing in a swaying chorus; Kyle sling-shotting the garter; the tractor filled with balloons; Jeannie's grace in her large poufy skirts, cascading hair.
Texas - grackles antiques abandoned rusted machinery fields of cows occasionally plastic drink cups made for trucks wide roads seven lanes plenty of parking the natural extension of infinite space no way off that doesn't lead back to on thick accents sweet tea if you ask for it sugar endless flat roads the scent of mesquite on your fingernails oil that collects at a laundromat a.k.a. washateria slow but fast a tangle of roads somewhere brides colliding roses the obvious blue sky no option blackout shades that hide the tall perilous light.
Antique mall north of Austin
Rooms of costume finery; antiques; 1920s shoes; narrow button gloves; corsets unopened from a factory; Victorian delicate hand worked lace blouses; beautiful white lawn tennis dresses; unopened package of 1940s stockings w/ seam up the back; hats and feathers; childrens' baptismal gowns; rouge tins and powder boxes; piles of gloves soft, to the elbow, barely worn; ladies cheap jewel boxes; a row of furs; girdles; slips and strange bras with stays and buckles; disintegrating beaded shifts and purses; glittery rhinestone buckles; glass bead necklaces.
At the wedding
Red church chapel walls against the perfect blue fading sky; one songbird perched above; grasses at my ankles when I walk a path; during interminable pictures, feeling clever and grownup clutching a beer by its neck, bringing it to Kirk; flowered gravel paths; the cool and surprisingly deep pool of water at the fountain, where I dipped my hand at the end of the night; dancing in a giant circle and wanting more like that; bright Texas stars in the sky; Aggies singing in a swaying chorus; Kyle sling-shotting the garter; the tractor filled with balloons; Jeannie's grace in her large poufy skirts, cascading hair.
