the littlest birds
la la. i'm happy, maintenant.
each spring surprises me. i forget every year just how lovely the new baby flowers are. it's because i have a whole year to forget and during that bit of time i'm busy loving the current season. go ahead -ask me what my favorite season is. if you wanted to get a straight answer out of me, then you'd have to ask at least four times a year, and then take that and divide by to get an average. once a season is over, the deeper we get into the seasons that come afterwords, the less i can remember about how the world looks at the other times of the year. see? so i guess i live in the moment. i live in the season.
and each time summer starts to roll around it feels like i have eightythousand long-sleeved shirts and every winter i feel like i have fortysevenhundred-different shortsleeved tops. oddly enough, it happens every time.
seasonseasonseasoneveryevery (it just felt appropriate to create each word a few more times)
& otherwise, i don't know. i live with my mom now. i had a dream that andrea fineman kissed me. stuart dyed his hair a sorbet-lime hue. and julia dyed hers purple. and i wear braids a lot, now. i still love jamie prott. my heels still feel like they are a goat's hooves. i shouldn't smoke pot anymore, and i won't, but i wanna. i now could venture to say that i have a favorite book(Beloved.Toni Morrison). uhm, and i miss lauren a lot.
each spring surprises me. i forget every year just how lovely the new baby flowers are. it's because i have a whole year to forget and during that bit of time i'm busy loving the current season. go ahead -ask me what my favorite season is. if you wanted to get a straight answer out of me, then you'd have to ask at least four times a year, and then take that and divide by to get an average. once a season is over, the deeper we get into the seasons that come afterwords, the less i can remember about how the world looks at the other times of the year. see? so i guess i live in the moment. i live in the season.
and each time summer starts to roll around it feels like i have eightythousand long-sleeved shirts and every winter i feel like i have fortysevenhundred-different shortsleeved tops. oddly enough, it happens every time.
seasonseasonseasoneveryevery (it just felt appropriate to create each word a few more times)
& otherwise, i don't know. i live with my mom now. i had a dream that andrea fineman kissed me. stuart dyed his hair a sorbet-lime hue. and julia dyed hers purple. and i wear braids a lot, now. i still love jamie prott. my heels still feel like they are a goat's hooves. i shouldn't smoke pot anymore, and i won't, but i wanna. i now could venture to say that i have a favorite book(Beloved.Toni Morrison). uhm, and i miss lauren a lot.