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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