February 27, 2007

sometimes makes me happy sometimes makes me sad

I didn't think I liked blue eyes
But when I looked at yours, I did.

I remember saying
Something about your hair
Being different colours, all about,
And that I loved your scar.

You said that mutts are always best.
And I said, "I agree."
You remind me of the summer...
Tequilla and tortillas.

Sometimes, makes me happy.
Sometimes makes me sad.

~Cake~

 

Currently reading :
Where the Wild Things Are
By Maurice Sendak
Release date: By 09 November, 1988


Posted on 02/27/2007 8:53 PM Comments (8)

February 11, 2007

I just want my shit back

The inevitable end of all relationships...

I write and say, may I come tomorrow, my only day off, and gather my things?


How about Thursday? It always is.


I swear, he has the memory of a fish.

Sometimes, I think I should just be there, naked in bed, when he gets home from work...


Would he even remember that we had ever fought?
Would he even know that I had moved out?
Would he wonder where dinner is, or where is his laundry?
~Esperanza~

Posted on 02/11/2007 5:06 PM Comments (3)

February 3, 2007

Awkward Buildings



Joe Novelli of J. DiMenna has been living in another part of the house.
We can hear him... doing things.
Sometimes he walks loudly, or seems to be dragging furniture about.
Sometimes there are others there, drinking, or playing the harmonica.
But, then, there is the "undetermined sound".
The "rolling of the irregular object sound".

Sometimes Joe Novelli makes this sound late at night.
Sometimes it is early in the morning.

All the other sounds... I understand.
And I like having Joe Novelli in the house.

But, really... what is the "rolling of the irregular object sound"?

Jericho and I often look at one another.
And wonder.
Will anyone ever know?

~Cake~


Posted on 02/03/2007 11:34 PM Comments (5)
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