take 2
u know, for how color-depleted creepy san francisco was, I miss so many people I chanced there.
Vega just wrote this post about wanting people to come live with her in a large loft and make art, clothes,
change/ what else are we doing anyway? And I thought to myself... there would be very few things better
besides living with Vega [who can concoct to clean any shirt, cooks food raw and vegan in a dehydrator dream,
and has the best humour I have come upon in a long time] only coupled with Aisha-- more mountain hikes--more late night laughing. Made me think about Tobias and how our last few days together were so special,
the vegan sunday fight in the park, slam poetry, gumbo, concertinas and accordians and way-too-hott morning sex, visiting his clinic and smiling softly saying goodbye in her van with cootiemonster rumbling in the back. How Tobias felt like I had reminded her that he could feel again [how for me it was a hope that one day I could]. *but then again, aries are dangerous even when they are amazing activists with adorable dogs. It made me think of Mike and orange bracelets and playing wiffle ball in the park and open suitcase talk. It made me think of Mai and exquisite corpse poems, learning chess from random guys in san francisco cafes and yoga in the sun. It made me miss Marissa honey pot's crackly laugh and Nan's soft eyes. My Frida Kahlo mermaid, Kelsey and George. Cassandra and Charles of course of course but that goes without thinking.
I wish everything else had been easier there and then the idea of MFA in the city of no faces wouldn't sound so bad. It does though. Despite the true hearts that live there--hiding.
Vega just wrote this post about wanting people to come live with her in a large loft and make art, clothes,
change/ what else are we doing anyway? And I thought to myself... there would be very few things better
besides living with Vega [who can concoct to clean any shirt, cooks food raw and vegan in a dehydrator dream,
and has the best humour I have come upon in a long time] only coupled with Aisha-- more mountain hikes--more late night laughing. Made me think about Tobias and how our last few days together were so special,
the vegan sunday fight in the park, slam poetry, gumbo, concertinas and accordians and way-too-hott morning sex, visiting his clinic and smiling softly saying goodbye in her van with cootiemonster rumbling in the back. How Tobias felt like I had reminded her that he could feel again [how for me it was a hope that one day I could]. *but then again, aries are dangerous even when they are amazing activists with adorable dogs. It made me think of Mike and orange bracelets and playing wiffle ball in the park and open suitcase talk. It made me think of Mai and exquisite corpse poems, learning chess from random guys in san francisco cafes and yoga in the sun. It made me miss Marissa honey pot's crackly laugh and Nan's soft eyes. My Frida Kahlo mermaid, Kelsey and George. Cassandra and Charles of course of course but that goes without thinking.
I wish everything else had been easier there and then the idea of MFA in the city of no faces wouldn't sound so bad. It does though. Despite the true hearts that live there--hiding.