|when you step off a seesaw, someone's going to get smacked in the head.
||[Oct. 25th, 2006|03:17 am]
'i'll have what their having,' she said, looking over his shoulder to the table in the corner. their eyes didn't meet. silverwear clinked and coffee made that ripping sound, fighting with air for passage through the lips.|
sorry, sapling, the remaining positions have been filled. we're just all foliaged-out.
that speck on the screen's not a comma, and is hard-stuck on. neither the delete key nor a fingernail will have an effect. and yet you will get past it.
. [edit: hah! it turns out it was a period. maybe misidentification is most of the problem.]
i never meant to gain so much weight so quickly. and hell, i don't even know if it's working. it's just as tough as before. absurdity's only my style when it's an affect. so come on now.
a question i need answered. a question i cannot find a way to phrase specifically.nocolon. do the details matter?
no goosebumps, just a few hairs standing on end, and maybe they're stuck that way. no sleeves, just skin and air. funny how slowing down makes us shiver. funny how i'm not shivering.
when i was... wait. generalize. reconjugate. externally validate. what's true for me for you for she. the individual a repetition, our powers of empathy too far advanced.
when i was young and at my grandmother's house, there would be family games of hide and seek, after dinner and the unfailingly dramatic sunset had passed. i would run, knees bent head down shoes off, alone, through the tall always-damp grass of the apple orchard, ducking under trees between rows until i was far enough down the hill, away from the house, that the voices were quieter than the cicadas. and then i would crouch, and wait as the minutes got quieter. and the shouts got farther apart, like the last kernels of corn popping, one by one. and i would be terrified. of the trees, and the dark. of the insects and the silence that grew as inhale followed exhale followed inhale. and of the breathless run back up the hill to see if i'd been forgotten. the house would be glowing yellow, everyone inside eating pie, as i'd been too far to hear the olly-olly-in-free. but instead of going in, i'd lay down and look up, and find the two constellations i knew, or unfocus my eyes and count shooting stars until someone would wonder where i was.