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Aug 12, 2006 22:22

at night, you are magical again. or maybe everything is magical. globes of light hover above us. white, going yellow, cheap cousins of the moon. during the day, we are two strange girls with hysterical hearts and hair too long. night time makes me feel like we're undercovers, going undercover. hello, i say to no one in particular. boy kicks a football our way, it ricochets, measures out angles with his echoes.

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it's late, i say. it's surreal, which i don't say because i don't have to. remember to remember, remember to remember to remember. an arithmetic progression of memory. the school at night is beautiful. it makes my heart skip and my sense of chronology is becoming like that of a child's, incomplete and beautiful. i love sitting where the sky opens up in obtuse angles. we're alive in that tired way, growing up but not growing old.

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i've been thinking lately that i should like to spend an afternoon in an aquarium. i'll wait for a chance and steal those little chairs meant for children and sit with my legs crossed and arms folded. watch the fish swim overhead, alive and moving in the blue silence. i'll like to feel small and quiet again, enclosed in water. talk to myself like a diver singing to himself underwater, hugging the quiet.
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