this day needs a few edits but otherwise?
i'm living in a movie.
i met c for lunch in jfk park, punkin pie in hand, ate on the triangle of grass that was so green our smiles were in technicolor. her friend aaron found us, we all laughed and talked about the impending date with m, frisbee boys in yalmulkes spinning discs above our heads, children playing with leaves, a university team at indian sprints. the last warm day, we're saying. we're encouraging c to ask for a hotair balloon ride. i picture her high up there, the rush of air, the roar of the flame. the bright bulb of suspension.
i looked for pants, found none acceptable. was disturbed to see the expanse of leather that had taken over the racks. was tempted but not overtaken by a blue corduroy skirt. devil, thy name is money.
"i am virtuous not covetous virtuous not covetous" [repeat x 10]
then i went and read books for hours in the coop, again. but this time i remembered to come home. but only after i'd read the first chapter of power book which was all about a girl and a princess, sex via grafted tulip bulbs. the rush of blood (i squirmed in my seat).
& this was all my secret delight.
i'm living in a movie.
i met c for lunch in jfk park, punkin pie in hand, ate on the triangle of grass that was so green our smiles were in technicolor. her friend aaron found us, we all laughed and talked about the impending date with m, frisbee boys in yalmulkes spinning discs above our heads, children playing with leaves, a university team at indian sprints. the last warm day, we're saying. we're encouraging c to ask for a hotair balloon ride. i picture her high up there, the rush of air, the roar of the flame. the bright bulb of suspension.
i looked for pants, found none acceptable. was disturbed to see the expanse of leather that had taken over the racks. was tempted but not overtaken by a blue corduroy skirt. devil, thy name is money.
"i am virtuous not covetous virtuous not covetous" [repeat x 10]
then i went and read books for hours in the coop, again. but this time i remembered to come home. but only after i'd read the first chapter of power book which was all about a girl and a princess, sex via grafted tulip bulbs. the rush of blood (i squirmed in my seat).
& this was all my secret delight.
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Date: 2001-10-17 11:03 am (UTC)*grin*
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Date: 2001-10-17 02:18 pm (UTC)