March 2009
15 posts
"You're the cat's meow, dollface."
I wish I could get a cute boy to say that to me.
This is not a love story #5...
At summer camp between seventh and eighth grade, she learned all she ever needed to know about baseball. She had rounded first a long time ago, but didn’t dare go past second. His hands were everywhere. His hot breath on her cheeks as his dirty Levi’s gave her rug burn. He was always lost in the friction. They were just being animals in the dirt in the woods behind his cabin. He had...
Jack White + Alison Mosshart…..who’s...
This is not a love story #4...
They glided together. He held his sweaty hand in hers. Couple skate had never mattered until sixth grade. This was the first boy she wanted for her own. Adolescent possession disguised as puppy love. The florescent lights were dimmed. The disco ball threw giant silver freckles across his face. This was love. Wet hands and translucent face glitter. They skated around and around and around. She...
I started the day off with Marilyn Manson and...
When I dream of fire
You’re still the one I’d save
Though I’ve come to think of myself
As the flames, the splintering rafters
“Truth & Beauty” - Ann Patchet
This is not a love story #3...
In fifth grade, she leaned forward, held her breath, and waited. Their lips touched. A tentative exploration. The formula hasn’t changed much since then. They were in a dark closet, so it was okay. They were old enough to know that you could do anything in the cover of darkness. They had seven minutes to do anything. It was a game. It always would be. He slipped her the tongue. He tasted...
WatchToo cool for school.