January 2011
21 posts
Did you try it?
I did. It’s smelly like coconut suntan oil. It’s frothy and full of granules. It’s sheltered in the snow and sitting on steps. It’s splitting my brain in two. It’s filtering eccentricities out my mouth and disappearing my frailties.
Not the obvious. Not a restaurant. Not a beach.
Just a jaunt back onto my old fire escape above the old man who shivered with bourbon...
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Want.
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Need.
The haze
The broken is my head.
The snow twinkles down into it, through my eyes and mouth and nose and ears. Flakes take to the bridle and find they love to eat off skull. They settle and don’t leave. It’s like a gap in a roof for winter to enter, fueling pooling water, making it freeze or stop or pour all over the place.
This snow, this cold, this wind is shaky and pink, like a newborn rat,...
I apparated
and suddenly it was 2011.
Happy new year to everyone I have seemingly disappeared from! Our lives are busy and I miss my peeps, but soon it will be spring and we can all venture back outside into the crazy air.