"and then I find things like..." -- for my lady, with proper regards to the Beatles and Ani DiFranco

I am sorting through my things

and my things have been your things

and these things have been our things

and my eyes are sandpaper

 

It is not the looks between us

or the fights, the silences, the rifts

but the slow divorce of your things from mine

the slow green and yellow that come to take over

 

from my spirit painted black and blue

the only marks I have left of you

 

and I have been pinching them a long time now

to try to stop the fade

 

When will there be new music

that I haven't heard from my bed

when my bed has been your bed

and this bed has been our bed

 

Music that can yell in my car when I drive

with my hair free and floating

crackling with tollway freedom--

music I can sing loudly that is my music

 

not this music that has been your tonal key

so I let myself sing harmony

 

and now when my voice is cracked and broken

I must sing solo, solo, solo into the light of a dark black night.

 

-

 

i am watching your chest rise and fall

like the tides of my life,

and the rest of it all

and your bones have been my bedframe

and your flesh has been my pillow

i am waiting for sleep

to offer up the deed

with both hands

in each other's shadows we grew less and less tall

and eventually our theories couldn't explain it all

and i'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall

and when we leave the landlord will come

and paint over it all

and i am walking

out in the rain

and i am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again

and i am getting nowhere with you

and i can't let it go

and i can't get through

so now use both hands

please use both hands

oh, no don't close your eyes

i am writing graffiti on your body

i am drawing the story of how hard we tried

hard we tried

how hard we tried

attn: snapea crisps

go to your nearest health food/world market type store and BUY THESE IMMEDIATELY.  It's supposed to be a salad topper, but you can eat them like chips, and they sell them at Cornucopia making me the happiest person in the world.

that said, if you live at Knox, you can take your time buying them, because I'll be running to Cornucopia to eat them all anyway so better wait until next shipment. ;)

I'm finally taking the initiative to eat more better.  I'll need the energy, I'm sure.  ...blah, I forgot that golden delicious apples were not as crisp as, say... other apples.  Whatever, still good.

I still need to buy... a new keyboard?  a new mouse?  dance pants?  a down comforter?

PS!  I just forgot.  I remodeled my room (as far as you can when you live in a closet) and got new flannel sheets and saaaatin pillowcases.  mmm... static hair in the morning for sure.  Bookshelf frees up space and makes my room curiously bohemian, or would, if I could find some more hooks to put up pictures with/figure out an ingenious way to put up my wall hanging.

New shampoo test has positive results, at least for the first day.  Not sure whether or not static is part of this new shampoo or a side-effect of new pillowcases.

Internship for the summer at Abbott in the works.

That said:  CHOIR!

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Saw Sweeney Todd last night.  Thought:  Attaching yourself to a man bent on revenge thinking you'll get him to love you is folly.  He'll love what you can contribute to the revenge, but not you. 

Desperation makes stupidity.