nov 21

Congratulations, they say in a shower of glitter and sparks. Metallic flakes that shine as they spin to the earth like comets. Although I know this comparison to be much more poetic than real, because comets don't necessarily ever reach the surface of earth, especially in such a slow, floundering way. You made it. Congrats. Here's your trophy wife. Just as you ordered. Dark hair, piercing eyes, a depth to those eyes, a knowledge and understanding beyond surface temperature and sensation. Not too short. But not taller than me. Is okay with going out into public with my flannel and some sweats on. But I digress. Frantically packing up school supplies, attempting to recreate a normal social conversation but in my recreation I find fault throughout. How much of that tan is from melanin and how much from whatever happens in a tanning booth? If I ever want to be a writer I must freewrite with concept or theme. Although in retrospect one appears often enough to ME. I am not my only audience. You prove this. If you read along these lines and find any sense of me. If you can cut yourself open and let the light in. through the back window of my disorganized room. the inconsistency of all good things that should propel me. I must go again. It is all so god damn distracting. All of it. All of this life.