January 2010
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Dreams flicker in and out of real life. I wake up and write down the poems that were much lovelier in my dream world before I forget too much of them.
I woke up to streaming sunlight warming my bed. It started out fine. Until people fell ill and started throwing up. It was unexpected.
A Sad Child by Margaret Atwood
You’re sad because you’re sad. It’s psychic. It’s the age. It’s chemical. Go see a shrink or take a pill, or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll you need to sleep. Well, all children are sad but some get over it. Count your blessings. Better than that, buy a hat. Buy a coat or pet. Take up dancing to forget. Forget what? Your sadness, your shadow, whatever it was...
Chaos
Sometimes the most perfect days are the most chaotic. You just never know. And in the end after it’s all done, someone is waiting to bring you down from your weightless feeling.
“I’ve decided what I want on my tombstone: Loving Husband. Marry Me?”
– Joey Comeau, asofterworld
“I hope you’re terrible and broken and perfect.”
– Joey Comeau
I was supposed to spend this entire week doing art. Family interrupted. What now?
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The school system falsely supposed it would snow. So the other people went to school two hours late. But I did not go at all.
“A woman’s college? Maddest folly going!
What can they learn inside its...”
– Gilbert and Sullivan, “Princess Ida” - on one of my applications to a women’s college (not what I wrote but as an essay prompt)