(M) Phase

As if in a world this ugly, falling in love could ever be a bad thing. Sometimes even deciding on a preposition takes too long. Or a semi-colon. A dash. God forbid...«Guillemets». I have punctuation feelings. I'm still looking for a genre. A Forgetting Device. Sending starships.

"Pieces of us get divided," I tell you, "Over time, with experience, division. Some of us haven't been as divided as others. Some of us are slightly more whole than the rest. We learn to live with how much we have left."

Couverture Chocolate

In the picture, they are in two rows. Everyone is the same height, so the front row is bent forward, hands on their knees, their rear ends out slightly behind them. They all smile, their white t-shirts tight and crisp prior to the actual day's work, their hair held back, their eyes wide, gaping even, as if the idea of the cupcakes they would soon be making filled them with a joy that spilled between the rows, cementing friendships in purple fondant and pink ganache.

Failures

There will be things I forget.
I have already forgotten a lot.
Intentionally and otherwise.
Do you believe in preemptive strikes?
Forgetting is like that.
I ran out of my regular makeup color.
I've become a shade darker in under a week.
Radical transformation.

"To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,
And read their hist'ry in a nation's eyes"
Don't scare the children, Mr. Gray. 

You know...

I had a dream the other night which was, I think, one of the happiest dreams I've ever had, though I imagine most other people would not think so were they to be in such a dream. I had a purpose though.

My thesis is out to committee. I'm worried, of course.
Sometimes there's nothing to do but drink a lot of white wine, listen to Tom Waits, and consider the lilies of the field.

"It's 2:45 in the morning, and I'm putting myself on warning."

You wander about.
You meet incredible people.

Holy Jesus Fuck Truck, my friends, Holy Jesus Fuck Truck. Jesus God.

In great haste, truly yours,

M

I got stuck on a side you know I never chose

It's all about taking the easy way out for you, I suppose.

10

Happy Birthday.

Locust and Bears

I live in your pauses. I've built a house here made of fog, juniper twigs, and NYT book reviews. I wear mittens at all times At. All. Times. I breathe into them when my nose gets cold. I keep my adverbs close to my verbs.

Birds and Stars

The Hawaiian chicken sauce had 1tbsp of crushed red pepper in it.
Juxtaposition is dangerous. It implies connections where there may be none.
The worst kinds of people are those who try to use the things you love against you.
Each angel its own species.
My patron saint sent me the A&E Romance Collection. Milagro!

Spring Break. I've written 40 pages. Read 4 books. Tried to make a little more sense of the world. It's a somewhat useless practice. Sense-making. Meaning-making. Hyphenated-making. The table is covered in folded paper. UFO. Cat. Birds. Stars.

The commercials say: If you don't have a child, you will go on a trip to France. Your current denture cleanser may be missing something. The best bed doesn't just lie there; it is adjustable; it moves. The mattress owners wiggle their argyled feet and revel in their good night's sleep. Anyone will eat pancakes at any time of day. Naked men are going to school online.

Oatmeal doesn't make itself.