Monday, August 24, 2009

Go Away

I'm building up the backend in a brand new place, setting up the little continuities that take me forward. I kept the only promise I made in my last first post. Here's the new one.

I was sitting up late, watching the digital time tick in six shades of black and white. Lately I've only been making a few naughty records between the covers of my little black notebook, toothpaste-smudged from being thrown in and fished out of overnight bags. It's time to elaborate just enough so no one knows.

"Summertime slut," Mariah says, and I can't quite agree. We've always been more eye-to-thigh than eye-to-eye.

There were new words in the sidewalk--"go away," they said, in spiked letters, as if someone laid toothpicks into the wet cement. I left Saturday morning, so early I hadn't yet slept. I flew into the sun, changed planes, and followed it across the South.

Let me go over your head. The morning of the first and the morning of the first day; the barest I can leave behind or the closest I'll come to digging out. I sit next to the open window and listen to the roaring white of wasted air conditioning. Now I lie in bed and map the cardinal directions to draw us closer. It's hard to learn, hard to change the map. Don't stop there. Dream until it happens. Prepare for close reads.

4 comments:

  1. the Alice formerly known as AlisonAugust 24, 2009 at 11:29 PM

    Goddamnit. AS USUAL.

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  2. hi what's the difference between your posts and my posts

    mine make sense

    get it

    get it

    come on

    get it

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  3. Dream until it happens, is it already going on? There is this little girl who fits in my palm with eyes that can't be awake. Positive touch where negative space is desired and I wake up looking up at pasted on constellations nameless. Her first name is always said to make me look up smiling and I haven't seen her smile back in as many years. Her hair is muse-hair the same as my first fuck but this time it is different because it just has to be. It had to be.

    (there is no other way to talk to you because I say what mean, anonymously.)

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