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it was beautiful out today. 70 degrees and sunny with a breeze. wall-sitting was mandatory. also got caramel cookie marshmallow ice cream from dave&andy's. last night, i went to see stacey read some of her poetry at kiva han. she was amazing and i have even more respect for her than i already did. i bought her book.
evening spring cleaning
you keep falling in love until
even the trees can't bear the sight of you.
putting out a cigarette feels like a failure,
the orange speck of it still hanging on.
everything she's left behind:
her medical papers, her winter gloves, the blue comb.
you keep falling in love until
even dragging your lips over the nape
of another woman's neck is an apology.
you've bitten your fingernails down to burning
and the bathroom floor needs washing.
so you slide the bucket of bleach with your foot
all the way from the kitchen, you roll
up your sleeves and find your knees
unsuitable for falling on.
all this scrubbing for nothing.
all these oak trees at the bathroom window
refusing you your life.
--stacey waite.
. also ran into some guy i'd been talking to on myspace there. i need to quit the internet. went to work tonight and made a buttload of money. i don't work tomorrow but i've lost my thursday night drinking spot. why do i insist on staying up late when i know i have class at 9:30 the next morning?
evening spring cleaning
you keep falling in love until
even the trees can't bear the sight of you.
putting out a cigarette feels like a failure,
the orange speck of it still hanging on.
everything she's left behind:
her medical papers, her winter gloves, the blue comb.
you keep falling in love until
even dragging your lips over the nape
of another woman's neck is an apology.
you've bitten your fingernails down to burning
and the bathroom floor needs washing.
so you slide the bucket of bleach with your foot
all the way from the kitchen, you roll
up your sleeves and find your knees
unsuitable for falling on.
all this scrubbing for nothing.
all these oak trees at the bathroom window
refusing you your life.
--stacey waite.
. also ran into some guy i'd been talking to on myspace there. i need to quit the internet. went to work tonight and made a buttload of money. i don't work tomorrow but i've lost my thursday night drinking spot. why do i insist on staying up late when i know i have class at 9:30 the next morning?