A Few Things
The hiatus is over, at least sort of. I spent my weekend grading exams and papers, going to a drag show, a party, and a brewhouse. I fell asleep at midnight on Saturday after some Dairy Queen, listening to Sam Cooke. Lucas never called me back, he just went to the supermarket after work. I took worked at B this weekend, making for a "I'm a working stiff" compilation. My roommate couldn't stand another Friday night of theory reading, so I asked her if she wanted to go to the drag show with me. Then we went to a party, and she flirted with a good friend of mine who I have intermittedly had a crush on...who doesn't ever really see me for whatever reason. Mike even told him of her designs on someone else in the department, all while she has a sort of boyfriend in Santa Fe. Might as well be there as anywhere else, eh? I pet Forrest's cat, and went home tired after listening to Killing Joke. Otherwise the weekend was uneventful. I've penned up some quasi-poetics as of late, so I'll throw em out here for you to ponder and reply to....let me know what you all think.
27 September 03
I fall in bed too easily with you
as we laugh and look at each other
as the silence seems somehow funny
Then lying still: a question born of steam
<< Is this what you thought would happen
when you came over?>>
Yes and no, I thought to myself,
never the fatalist about the occurrences
between and without
<< I just wanted to say "hi">>
<< Hi. >> he said, giving me that
trademark grin -- the one that made
me want to caress him and bash his
face in all at once, and maybe that's
why I bit his lip when I kissed him.
But it's always friction, and I couldn't
really stay -- he didn't want to
wake up with anybody (with me)
because he couldn't be happy
in the morning. Now he tells me.
It was already almost 4:30,
and neither of us was in love
with each other.
I clutched at polyester and
looked at him closely
he thought that I was beautiful
but would only admit it
if asked directly
and neither of us would ever
fall in love with each other --
it didn't have to be
quarter to five /
to see that.
so i put on my shoes, nearly falling over
and moved to the door
the candor honest enough
for me not to take offense --
he was eyeing me like a
Pices all hte while
and he kissed me off to the door.
polyester, 4:30, amen for
the last time
lack of love envisions like
to be more than this,
so i go home and sleep
on the couch, groggy
in my lack of composure.
