I like when it rains in the summer.
I like cafes where they are not afraid to play sad music.
I like cafes where they have brown sugar.
When I say 'wish you were here' I might mean 'wish you were having this experience instead of me but not together because then it would be different'.
Sometimes I think I'm psychic
then I remember I don't believe in that shit.
Sometimes I think I'm a very good person
then I remember a time I felt very embarrassed.
Last weekend a boy who went to my high school died in a car crash,
the newspaper called him a 23 year old man.
I did not mind the locusts
it means there's always noise and movement
when you move towards them
they fly away in a flurry
I think of Laura Ignalls Wilder.
Lately I have been wondering if other people think I'm fat.
Today I rode home in the rain
my brakes were not very strong -
I bought quiche for dinner -
the neighbours whistled.
We keep the front and back doors open.
i can dig it
ReplyDelete"Last weekend a boy who went to my high school died in a car crash,
ReplyDeletethe newspaper called him a 23 year old man."
That line punched me in the gut.
I work for a newspaper.
I wrote about that boy.
He was my friend.
I whittled everything I knew about him down to 15 centimetres.
And referred to him as a 23-year-old man.
I like your writing.
aw I only just noticed your comment now! It was surreal, my mum's friends with his mum too, and I only just recently saw him. I feel sad because something tragic like this happens to young people every summer.
ReplyDeleteps melissa told me how much fun she had at MOFO with you! sounds wonderful. small world though!!