not quite overcome with sun but close, also i found shoes
IT WAS SO NICE TODAY. SO, SO NICE. my sister and i saw two condos, one good one bad, went out for lunch (i had a grilled hot dog and it was delicious), and i found shoes! for the wedding next weekend! that go with my dress and don't have absurd heels and even feel kind of comfortable! the first place we went, the first shoes i tried on. how's that for luck. :D they have pointy toes and i feel very fancy in them.
and then i came home and was EXHAUSTED and couldn't shift my ass enough to go back outside. but whatever, i have wedding shoes now.
do comments about previews for the new season of the mandalorian count as spoilers? i keep seeing them and every time i kind of squint at the tv and go "is that lizzo and jack black??" and yes, yes it is. i've never seen the show but they may be what gets me to watch it.
After she died, I’d catch her
stuffing my nose with pine needles and oak,
staring off into the shadows of early morning.
Me, too jetlagged for the smells a ghost leaves behind.
The tailor of histories,
my mother sewed our Black Barbies and Kens
Nigerian clothes, her mind so tight against
the stitching, that in precision, she looked mean
as hell, too. My mother’s laugh was a record skipping,
so deep she left nicks in the vinyl.
See? Even in death, she wants to be fable.
I don’t know what fathers teach sons,
but I am moving my mother
to a land where grief is no longer
gruesome. She loved top 40, yacht rock,
driving in daylight with the wind
wa-wa-ing through her cracked window
like Allah blowing breath
over the open bottle neck of our living.
She knew ninety-nine names for God,
and yet how do I remember her-
as what no god could make?
--Hafizah Augustus Geter, "Praise Song"
and then i came home and was EXHAUSTED and couldn't shift my ass enough to go back outside. but whatever, i have wedding shoes now.
do comments about previews for the new season of the mandalorian count as spoilers? i keep seeing them and every time i kind of squint at the tv and go "is that lizzo and jack black??" and yes, yes it is. i've never seen the show but they may be what gets me to watch it.
After she died, I’d catch her
stuffing my nose with pine needles and oak,
staring off into the shadows of early morning.
Me, too jetlagged for the smells a ghost leaves behind.
The tailor of histories,
my mother sewed our Black Barbies and Kens
Nigerian clothes, her mind so tight against
the stitching, that in precision, she looked mean
as hell, too. My mother’s laugh was a record skipping,
so deep she left nicks in the vinyl.
See? Even in death, she wants to be fable.
I don’t know what fathers teach sons,
but I am moving my mother
to a land where grief is no longer
gruesome. She loved top 40, yacht rock,
driving in daylight with the wind
wa-wa-ing through her cracked window
like Allah blowing breath
over the open bottle neck of our living.
She knew ninety-nine names for God,
and yet how do I remember her-
as what no god could make?
--Hafizah Augustus Geter, "Praise Song"