Thursday, January 27, 2011

54

Wow, I feel like I used to have a lot more friends.


 

For Garrett, Specifically


 

the only thing that is interesting about people,

the fox says,

is their chickens

but you

yes you


 

there is so much interesting about you it comes out in blurts and spurts and you might want to get a band-aid for all that

talent, favorite favorite what I like best about you might be the way you believe in an art form

more than you believe in people at this point because cynicism feels fresh and

slick

between your fingers at this point like midnight sand the time you slept on the Oregon beach on a towel and ran the cold sand through your fingers and counted the decaying stars and didn't want to breathe because it was all so beautiful it hurt

or maybe the thing I like best about you the mostmost interesting thing is the despair

you felt at 4:32 in the darkest morning staring at the bright computer screen wondering why the hell you ever thought you could write a research paper

and how much it costs to get a GED and whether Starbucks was hiring but what I think I like best out of all you

out of the thousand beautifully mismatched self-images strung together like broken Venetian beads on hemp sting is the way you did not try

almost-adult

but succeeded, which are very different things despite what the shitty self-help books in Barnes and Noble tell you and here you are on the precipice

of everything a whooshing rushing whirl like cotton and college and beautiful comforting headaches and buying toilet paper on your own

and nothing all at once, just another summer

yes.

It will be interesting, at least, better than chickens.


 


 

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