stars of david in my soup
Sep. 28th, 2001 01:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslantthe bastards were all out of sushi!
i read grendel and watched the rain and had a sweet drink. and was eyed by a pretty boy, twice.
with optic optimism i eye every person. i learned it from the movies. constantly thinking that someone is just around the corner.
series of women that come and go, bobbing voices, distracting phrases. nothing of note. succession of breasts, hips, legs. a table of them replaced by another table and another. inanities that make me ashamed of my sex. in this lowered glass enclosed room i'm reading about cave creatures, shuffling brimstone-eyed from room to room, or sitting separate, isolated, muttering forever like underground rivers, each in his private, inviolable gloom.
wedged in the back pages of the book i found an old polaroid of r and myself. my hair is so long, curling onto my shoulders. her head tips and she smiles.
i read grendel and watched the rain and had a sweet drink. and was eyed by a pretty boy, twice.
with optic optimism i eye every person. i learned it from the movies. constantly thinking that someone is just around the corner.
series of women that come and go, bobbing voices, distracting phrases. nothing of note. succession of breasts, hips, legs. a table of them replaced by another table and another. inanities that make me ashamed of my sex. in this lowered glass enclosed room i'm reading about cave creatures, shuffling brimstone-eyed from room to room, or sitting separate, isolated, muttering forever like underground rivers, each in his private, inviolable gloom.
wedged in the back pages of the book i found an old polaroid of r and myself. my hair is so long, curling onto my shoulders. her head tips and she smiles.
