I'm feeling extremely restless. Something about spending an entire day expecting to learn at any minute that any number of people I hold very dear had died. Something about this ovulation being extra cat-in-heat-like. Something about too much introspection and existential thought. Something about I love a man on the other side of a globe and what am I even stringing him along for if I will probably just let him down by going to bed with someone and never live near him anyway. An open relationship in theory and in practice are different animals. A past lover asked if I wanted to get down. I wanted to get down. I went to see him. It was fun and it was fine but how will the man I love be after I tell him? And I left still feeling cat-in-heat-like. I wanted to go to any bar and go to bed with the first person who made eye contact. I wanted a stranger to slap me full across the face and tell me horrible things about myself. I went home and wrote a tender poem about my love then spent my whole dream fucking strangers who said yes. So instead I drive too fast after school down rural highways and the wind is too cold because I don't have a jacket and it hurts my skin and I like it. And a car in front of me is kicking up dust and it's stinging my skin and I like it. I follow the car down roads I wouldn't otherwise have taken because I want the stinging to keep stinging. And the cold and the sting is making me tear up and I like it because I have an excuse to shed tears and a reason for them I can name. I'm driving too fast and I'm fantasizing about leaping off and flying for a few seconds. I hold the accelerator down until it will go no faster and dream about brick walls. And what am I even doing staying up too late every night and I just want to sleep all day and why am I going to work what does this work mean for me for my future what is a future do I even want one? What is living for and can't I just sleep under an overpass and start drunk fights with strangers and get my teeth knocked out? Why do I feel like shit and why do I want someone something to make me feel like shit? Because then I'd have an actual reason for feeling this way that I cannot otherwise name?
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
30/30: this time it's personal and it's naked and it's ugly.
And it's prose. Whoops.
I'm feeling extremely restless. Something about spending an entire day expecting to learn at any minute that any number of people I hold very dear had died. Something about this ovulation being extra cat-in-heat-like. Something about too much introspection and existential thought. Something about I love a man on the other side of a globe and what am I even stringing him along for if I will probably just let him down by going to bed with someone and never live near him anyway. An open relationship in theory and in practice are different animals. A past lover asked if I wanted to get down. I wanted to get down. I went to see him. It was fun and it was fine but how will the man I love be after I tell him? And I left still feeling cat-in-heat-like. I wanted to go to any bar and go to bed with the first person who made eye contact. I wanted a stranger to slap me full across the face and tell me horrible things about myself. I went home and wrote a tender poem about my love then spent my whole dream fucking strangers who said yes. So instead I drive too fast after school down rural highways and the wind is too cold because I don't have a jacket and it hurts my skin and I like it. And a car in front of me is kicking up dust and it's stinging my skin and I like it. I follow the car down roads I wouldn't otherwise have taken because I want the stinging to keep stinging. And the cold and the sting is making me tear up and I like it because I have an excuse to shed tears and a reason for them I can name. I'm driving too fast and I'm fantasizing about leaping off and flying for a few seconds. I hold the accelerator down until it will go no faster and dream about brick walls. And what am I even doing staying up too late every night and I just want to sleep all day and why am I going to work what does this work mean for me for my future what is a future do I even want one? What is living for and can't I just sleep under an overpass and start drunk fights with strangers and get my teeth knocked out? Why do I feel like shit and why do I want someone something to make me feel like shit? Because then I'd have an actual reason for feeling this way that I cannot otherwise name?
I'm feeling extremely restless. Something about spending an entire day expecting to learn at any minute that any number of people I hold very dear had died. Something about this ovulation being extra cat-in-heat-like. Something about too much introspection and existential thought. Something about I love a man on the other side of a globe and what am I even stringing him along for if I will probably just let him down by going to bed with someone and never live near him anyway. An open relationship in theory and in practice are different animals. A past lover asked if I wanted to get down. I wanted to get down. I went to see him. It was fun and it was fine but how will the man I love be after I tell him? And I left still feeling cat-in-heat-like. I wanted to go to any bar and go to bed with the first person who made eye contact. I wanted a stranger to slap me full across the face and tell me horrible things about myself. I went home and wrote a tender poem about my love then spent my whole dream fucking strangers who said yes. So instead I drive too fast after school down rural highways and the wind is too cold because I don't have a jacket and it hurts my skin and I like it. And a car in front of me is kicking up dust and it's stinging my skin and I like it. I follow the car down roads I wouldn't otherwise have taken because I want the stinging to keep stinging. And the cold and the sting is making me tear up and I like it because I have an excuse to shed tears and a reason for them I can name. I'm driving too fast and I'm fantasizing about leaping off and flying for a few seconds. I hold the accelerator down until it will go no faster and dream about brick walls. And what am I even doing staying up too late every night and I just want to sleep all day and why am I going to work what does this work mean for me for my future what is a future do I even want one? What is living for and can't I just sleep under an overpass and start drunk fights with strangers and get my teeth knocked out? Why do I feel like shit and why do I want someone something to make me feel like shit? Because then I'd have an actual reason for feeling this way that I cannot otherwise name?
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Congrats! You made it! I enjoyed following you and your poems for the month of April. Just because the month is over doesn't mean I'll be disappearing. I'll be sticking around to see what you get up to with your writing. Thanks for the poetry!
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