It's summertime, and honesty's been washed away by the sweat of young lovers ( Read more... )

There is sunshine hiding in my skin; there are secrets buried beneath my fingernails. I've let them grow too long, maybe because I'm trying to hold onto things, yet I've let lots of things go. There are stripes left by the water, one for deception, one for fun, but none for the future, because I want nothing but immediacy (which may or may not be ( Read more... )

Oh, oh, I am missing, missing a boy, missing something, at least, it hurts, though mostly I'm happy living, doing all those expensive coming-of-age things, maybe it would be better if we had ancient tribal rituals, piercings and sex, instead we have dresses and boring speeches, I want to swim and get freckles so that I can trace them into different ( Read more... )

I lost count of all the clouds sometime in September ( Read more... )

Amazing things are happening in my absence, and it stings a little, makes me aware of my own expendability, but then I'm happy again, it's good for me to be away from it all so that I can maybe look at life a little more objectively. If anyone wants to go to Africa with me, my dad is selling tickets, 10 days, all kinds of safaris, I want to go ( Read more... )

The whole world is contained in this blade of grass, see that ant, she's a little girl in a white Easter dress screaming gleefully in the park, she climbed a tree skinned her knee, tearfully refused her mother's arms, chose a cookie instead, frosting shaped like a tiny chick, if you had to kill it, would you still eat it? and someday that girl will ( Read more... )

I'm drawing in my nets, but not because I'm satisfied, rather because they offer some modicum of protection from a sun I'd rather not stare at too long, lest the rest of the world dim. The simple strings, rubbing harshly against my shoulders, hide me from inquiring eyes and allow me to laugh too loudly at lunchtime and blush at inopportune moments ( Read more... )

The Supreme Court declared the execution of juveniles unconstitutional today, and this made me happy happy happy, though I feel a little overwhelmed right now by other frustrations, shows and women and my own masochistic tendencies, petals ripe for plucking if only Spring would give her consent. Christina told me today that the path to Spring was ( Read more... )

You know that smell you have when you get home from the park? Sortof sweat mixed with grass mixed with dust mixed with sunshine mixed with giggles mixed with the relief of a wonderful day after some angst.

Yeah...I like that smell.

So, here's the deal: I'm unhappy. There's probably more to it than that...or possibly less. But that's all I can really figure out at the moment. Maybe we should talk about it. That's what people do, I hear ( Read more... )