mother fuckin' hot snakes. it was one heck of a dance party. i play punched johnny and some guy walked over and told me that "seeing the skinny arms punch made me want to take you home with me" and he proceeded to pull me over. but i got away. wiping sweat on each other and feeling so hot we could barely move. a wet dripping sauna. supersonic. boy with a white studded belt and black tank top had skillz and his way with the dance floor. beehive and the barracudas were hip to the night in sunglasses and tee shirt bandanas, dances and axl kicks. and another guy told me that i wasn't busting out my "supermoves" when the hot snakes really rocked out, so i let it all out for the encore. all the tiredness, the heat, the sweat, the claustrophobia and all concious thought gone with the exception of movement and music. then i gave him a saucy point as we exited. black permanent marker tattoos. sparkle sequined silver headband. collapse into the back seat and wonder where things are going.
my ears are ultra sensitive. the sheets hug my body tightly.
"their direct and dynamic facade often belies a sensitive, emotionally complex, even troubled inner life...doers as well as dreamers...they can love deeply and passionately."
we went to lunch and he's leaving for school on saturday.
"usually, he pulls me in for the hug, but now i do it. i pull him in and we stay like this, his chin on my head, my face on his chest."
exhaustion induced dreams. and you came to visit. you kissed me on the cheek and i smiled. but then she kissed you on the lips. and that was that.
i woke early and placed things on tables, old things. and hung clothes on hangers. sat on a pink nylon lawn chair and raked in the dough. ali's neighbor, ethel, came over about four times. and everytime she asked the price she would follow the answer up with the question "what's wrong with it?" and the woman that bought my blocks looks after little kids. and we both agreed that blocks are the best toys. i miss my blocks. red squares and green square rods and yellow round rods, blue rectangles and assorted purple shapes. we used to makes zoos with the block.
a deer in headlights. a dear. do my explosions mean anything to you?
i stayed on the couch watching milos forman's scandalous, valmont.
four hours of sleep.