Friday, October 30, 2009

Clairvoyant

So. I have swine flu.


This simply confirms what I've always known to be true:
I am Miss Cleo.


Call me now.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Perspective

I was observing a kindergarten classroom today. They were instructed to put their crayons on the carpet and their coloring packets in their laps. One little boy in the back was busy playing with his hands and rustling pages. The teacher requested that he stop, but he continued disrupting the class. I honestly don't believe he was doing it on purpose; he seemed like he was elsewhere.

"Miguel, leave."
"What?" He stood up.
"Get out. Go away."
"Why?" His voice wavered.
"WHY?!" he repeated. His face started to scrunch up.
"Miguel, please go away."
"I want to stay!" he cried, "I want to stay..."


I blinked back tears and smiled; a sad mouth full of secrets,
contemplating the places on my fingers
where I tore away too much skin.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Lacking

You will never know the tremendous sorrow I feel.

I am unable to be for you
what you have been for me.

Twice a day, at 11:11, I wish for this to be less true.

I would do anything.
And I hate myself for it.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Purpose

You got in my car and
we drove to the ocean
and you noticed
the moon.

You laughed at my stories
and we went to
your apartment.

You touched me
and I watched the plant
in a pot painted
with starved letters
spelling, begging
"grow."

I fell out of your door
and thought about
the words you said.
I swear I do these things
on purpose.

You told me it was lonely here.
I passed a girl on the way out;
she had a scarf
and she was pretty
but she lowered her eyelids
and I don't blame her
one bit
and yes,
it is lonely here.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Snapshot Sunday


Hahah, isn't that such an adorable welcome?


The drive to work was more painful than usual; Sundays are always absurdly busy.


After work, I headed to West Warwick to have dinner at my Aunt's house.


Lindsey & Amanda demonstrated their fabulous cartwheel skills.


Then we played "models," which mostly consisted of us making silly faces.


And finally, Max. This isn't from today, but he's so CUTE.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

October, revisited.

There are crickets and the sun is falling.

I couldn't breathe,
and it felt similar to that feeling where hours of laughter subside into the occasional chuckle.
So I did what anyone would do at a time like this-
I shoved my window open and thrust my arms out to become October.
Is this where I went wrong?

Maybe I'm just angry at the breath you merge with mine.