(the folly of) being comforted
sometimes i’m so grateful for my father it makes my heart swell to bursting. tonight he told me that ever since i’d been a little girl i’d had such clear features & he’d known i was going to be beautiful—that in my new black dress with its little cap sleeves i looked like grace kelly & that hadn’t things worked out for her, more than all right? & i...
wear it till the night comes
kind of exhausted from getting up early to go running, plus which i think i’ve been sympathy-starving myself a bit because my sister got her wisdom teeth out last thursday & wasn’t able to eat properly for ages—i had this moment today of “wow, i think this persistent stomachache may actually be hunger in disguise!” lol fail. ugh, so it’s cold & rainy here—i...
words, words, words—i'm so sick of words
okay, so i know this is a thoroughly lame conversational topic but honestly i cannot stand this humid-but-freezing weather we’ve got going here, wtf. also i am stupidly fixated on this boy—he made me get skype, so we could videochat while he’s off in providence, and holy shit, guys, seeing him face-to-face like that, after weeks of nothing but emails? i just got this immediate,...
"I Know a Man" by Robert Creeley
As I sd to my friend, because I am always talking,—John, I sd, which was not his name, the darkness sur- rounds us, what can we do against it, or else, shall we & why not, buy a goddamn big car, drive, he sd, for christ’s sake, look out where yr going.