(no subject)
shout out to ruecian... and all you other queens who be writing the nanowrimo stream. i got out my notebook to get ready for the nanowrimo season... but alas !! ! ! not this year. so here's a free appropriation of the text written in ruecian's NaNo this year. good luck girrrrrll.
electric candles
in Tennessee
if Ryan could bring the blanket, I'd cut all other ties
(the Lake -- Antony and the Johnsons)
we braved the coming darkness with our mission in mind.
their house was being eaten by twilight
the hills and grasses reminded me of the dust of their kindness
We made sure to clean ourselves up just for the excuse
it felt like we shouldn't be there
the door, a fist, small steps, the inner door
A man was standing, imposing in a sweet voice, "How can I help you two?"
medicine, excuse, son, step back, punched.
a woman's voice called. After a moment, he recovered enough to bellow, "They say they know Tyler."
The Marche home was brown cloth, wood, comfortable. It felt like everyhome, lived in and alive. a clock ticking, a fire in the fireplace.
"Please" broke the news.
clung to drugs,
money the right thing and anyone would've done it.
hugged, kissed a mess.
discover our secrets.
the Appalachian Trail found their answers.
vagrant kids, swap meets, covered in filth and a few tears.
froze up, pretending as though her son imagined his mother smile whenever she said his name.