getting back into my spring enigma groove.
it was a mini-umbrellas-in-my-hair kind of day.
lbr, it’s always a mini-umbrellas-in-my-hair kind of day.
in which i rant about girl pockets, bob my head awkwardly, and talk about useless things.
also, this laptop keeps trying to jedi mind-trick me into not watching hulu.
THIS IS PROBABLY NOT THE SITE YOU ARE LOOKING FOR.
shut up, windows 8, i hate you.
took some time off from life this morning. i drove out to where there’s a used bookstore, had strawberry shortcake for lunch, hung out in Tractor Supply for a while because it’s April and nothing makes me feel better like watching duckies and chicklings peeping around. going to read A Tolkien Miscellany for the rest of the night.
If You Like Quiet Protagonists Who Wear Corduroy Pants, Magical Books, Living Statues, Or Female Characters With Strange Pets and No Patience
light through fog
hollow swallow
melancholia echolalia
wood anemones
the imprint of my knees
in the grass
summer is silver
and it
drips
shimmers in rivers
if i only dare-
blue jay feathers in my hair
blue like woad
and blood on the road
the wings of your collarbones
that was a love letter in bone
efemural
though that night
it melted away my marrow
leaving my bones light enough
to fly
etched the words under my tongue
on to the inside
of my hollowed ribs
trains and lights
valentines and watermelon rinds
girl-children who fell from the stars
and boys who blow bubbles with mars
his fingertips tracing the curve of my ankle
warm breath against the skin
on the inside of my wrist
these are the postcards i receive
from time to time
from myself
palm flat against my breastbone
over
my heart
beating for someone else
always
pictures in
black-and-white
her curls were beautiful
and i was so enamored i was awkward
and then
suddenly
like that
we were so far away
that
we will just go on
being secretly in love
forever
these are all the things
the world contains
