but you can give me the electric twist.
i just ate the remainder of my pringles from last night, with hummus, and vegan chicken nuggets. which is silly, because there’s absolutely no chicken in them.
my life is in constant motion. everyone’s is, of course, because even if you lay in bed for weeks, things will still occur around you. decay will take place. other forms will grow. people will take buses and fly planes. but my days are filled, and my weeks ahead are terrifying. the sheer amount of stuff to do is unreal.
let me make a list. for my brain. for posterity.
for makeup: make a morgue. get notes from faces i missed. figure out how to do mia farrow from rosemary’s baby. figure out why i picked that. style wig. don’t punch anyone in class. or outside of class.
for poetry: do two missed prompts. reply to posted poems. draft chapbook. check status of illustrations. compile portfolio. don’t get shot.
for english: rewrite first essay for better grade. attend class. interview two people. make up research. submit research as real. analyze d14. actually go to class. really.
for acting: love shaun more.
for rocco’s: keep being awesome.
for movement: see above.
for ulysses: begin reading book. again. what does it mean to be a prism? process yesterday, for as long as it takes. rejoice. learn an irish dialect.
for boards: don’t fail maddie. finish proof. do meisner and other prep. understand that catherine’s body is not mine, she is more erratic and enclosed.
but i’m not behind. i’m not lagging. i’m not procrastinating (much). i’m preoccupied. i’m joyful. god, i’m so joyful.
i worry, because when you can see and feel and taste a change occurring, can you be so brave as to trust it? dare we?
the world is an infinite playground, and i’m just trying to master the monkey bars.
