Independence Under Stars [personal entry]
She said we can lie under the stars, away from city lights and pollution. I send her sunsets, waterfalls. Lyrics are more than words. I paint my eyes purple and green, poke more holes in my skin. We drink, then drink some more. We looked for space stations at night and tripped over cows in the lawn. Thumb-tacked curtains and paper stars are the only witness, though the story is no secret.
Ice cube trays and plastic cups, pop bottles and ripped paper from notebooks... The TV glows with music and it's frigid. She hugged me during... that's not happened before. I need lip butter and my bladder's full. Tomorrow doesn't matter.
Pulsing music, throbbing eardrums, masses... I want her in front of me, behind me, anywhere. It doesn't matter how long, what for, or why. If the music plays, I'll dress up in skinnies, bring my camera, pay attention, concentrate, live, leave, record later. My notebook is scribbled with meaningless bits: waterfall blessings, AFI, Spectrum, a cat called 'Spooky', expensive Chinese. I'll watch another episode, then go to bed, always with ear-buds tucked under the pillow.
July 02, 2010