Friday, January 30, 2009

Save the Friendly for More Deserving Friends.

You make my eyes well up. On the brink of a breakdown. Pruned fingers from too many dishes, piled high from friends; friends I am not sure that I really know. The phone rings from the other room. I was sitting on the bathroom sink with a candle, a cigarette, and the winter wind blowing in through the window. Of course I would never hear it.

An e-card from you. From all of you. Loud, but not obnoxious. A blur of sound. Music. I listened three times. To three voicemails. Nine listens. Nine times the puffy eyes. Nine times how much I have already been missing you.

So another binge night begins...

I have to get out of here. I should take myself to a better place, a more deserving place.

1 comment:

  1. 1. You really should've yelled at me to do the dishes. Or piled them in my bedroom.
    2. You are a lucky young woman to have people who care so dearly about you as to think out, as to expression, as to sing to you and about you and for you. That's is only a secondary reason as to why you need to be some place better.
    3. Primary reason being you simply as a wonderful, strong, resilient human being deserve a sense of self, a sense of environment and a sense that the two have meshed into something proactively good.
    4. Dooooo it! Get up and jam!