June 2011
May 2011
“It was one of those days when it’s a minute away from snowing and there’s this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. And this bag was, like, dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. And that’s the day I knew there was this entire life behind things, and… this incredibly benevolent force, that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video’s a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember… and I need to remember… Sometimes there’s so much beauty in the world I feel like I can’t take it, like my heart’s going to cave in.”
—American Beauty
I hear the way he says my name, and that becomes my name. He dances with me in dreams, he spins me into room after room. Sometimes when I see his long awkward legs or his funny handwriting, I think it can’t be him, not the person who swoops me down into a dip in my sleep, who sings me awake, but then he cracks me up with some silly handshake or I see the hidden, hurting messages in his wondering look and I can’t remember ever being anywhere except with him, anyplace except now, not ever.
“The same thing happened over and over:
I would catch sight of some flawless man off in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn’t do at all.” —The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath
I would catch sight of some flawless man off in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn’t do at all.” —The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath
