Stomach, Growling

And as I sat there eating pretzel rods, I realized I was eating my fingers instead.






I guess I was really hungry after all.

08/28/08

Love you until black holes fill up.

Leave a Message After the Beep

Hi, it’s me again. You’ve been gone for a long time now and the stars are still the same. I’m looking at them, sprawled out on my driveway. I don’t know where you are and it scares me. Last time we talked, you were heading west in a car that wasn’t yours, yelling over the background noise that everything would be OK. I didn’t really believe you, and still don’t. The track marks on your arms never faded, and somehow I knew they wouldn’t, but hoped anyway. God, it’s freezing out here. I’ll never get used to nights in the desert. Where are you? Just tell me. I’m going insane. Googling someone’s name over and over can only accomplish so much. I thought I’d be the only person you’d trust, the only one to know where you are. Guess I was wrong. I keep waiting for your face to be framed in my windowpane unexpectedly, like it used to be. Isn’t that stupid? It’s been four years. I know I should let go, but I can’t. The uncertainty of you being alive or dead keeps me hanging on. I just want to know. Please, anything. Any little thing will do. Just enough for me to move on and know you’re all right. OK, well, goodbye.

Thomas Brimm Has the Giggles

Thomas Brimm stood on his tippy toes, peering into the long box that held his grandfather. Was that really his grandfather though? Sure, the ribbon that hung next to him read "Dado," but all of his wrinkles were gone. The wrinkles from his laughter, his anger, his compassion--gone. The makeup coating Dado's face appeared yellowish in the soul-piercing fluorescent lighting. Thomas felt himself stifling fits of giggles; his grandfather would have never worn blush!

Ephipaneasy

My mind shot
out ofthe top of
my skull.

Flakes shimmied down
dusting heads all around.

Synchronous/chorus...
"A-HA!"

Party (Snoozin') Time

Penny Bloom Throws the Ball

Penny Bloom set the rubber ball on her chipped white desk when she got home. She sat in her uncomfortable chair and stared at it. Why did she take it? It's not like she particularly needed a rubber ball. Penny wondered why she did a lot of things. She stood up and opened her bedroom window. It was dark outside and everyone seemed to be inside their homes. Penny grabbed the rubber ball and threw it as hard as she could out the window. It dropped from the second story and bounced when it hit the ground. And bounced. And bounced. And bounced. Soon enough, the rubber ball left Penny Bloom's line of vision, probably bouncing from rooftop to rooftop forever.

She looked up at the night sky and thought she saw a shooting star, but decided it was only an airplane.