they call me thumper!
let me eat popcorn off the floor,
let me cook a few kernels more
or better still, better yet,
let me propose we never met.
we never kissed we never sang we never spat
no one came
the little illusion this
little lie
becomes the perfect alibi for
all the days you walk my way
and i pretend not to see or
say
hello out there
how do you do
remember when you loved me too
i don’t work in rhyme, but here’s the thing,
just this time it seemed to bring
an element of poise and class
even a level of iconoclast
to what we did
and all we didn’t
to whose bed is moving
and whose
isn’t
i think that’s all
i think i’m done
now we can begin to
go gone
and act as though it never was
never will be
never
‘cause
i want to eat popcorn off the floor
while you want a few kernels more
and my metaphors are meek and mild
but what you demand
far
too
wild
i wish i had a million dollars.
and a drug habit, to take away the pain,
using the million dollars.
y’all.
the more and more and more i consider the fact that i’m going to school for acting
and the more and more and more and more i study actors
i realize:
i’m going to school for acting.
we’re fishes, we’re fishes, we’re fishes.
today is the first day of sophomore year!
i’m wearing a simple granola frock from forever21, crimson tights from american apparel, leather booties from scotland, yellow banded socks from delia’s, a pink-based sherlock holmes trench from limited, and a string of beads from a garage sale. you get the idea.
already today i was awoke at 3:30 by a car alarm that did not go off for another 30 minutes. alyssa called to cancel on the gym (not complaining), hannah called to ask me to talk her down from a panic attack (she missed her first class of the school year), madeline called to tell me our genderqueer class is on the wrong campus (really?). so, i’m now taking six credit hours and in jeopardy of losing my scholarship. i’ve to spend all my morning at onestop desperately appealing to get back to 18 hours. all this, only after i’ve walked bailie to her psych class in dyer hall. afterwards, i’ll haul my ass to the first day of the independent study. cannot cannot cannot wait.
i’m excited. and nervous. and pissed.
tonight, no rehearsal. performing for the freshman and an OMDA departmental meeting.
wash, rinse, ideally no repetition.
on the flip side,
i got up early enough to shower and watch the pilot of weeds.
still a bit peeved?
you betcha.
entranced by weeds?
oh yeah.
