my bones feel weak and i am a walking zombie! one that eats off Alex's kisses, sunny days, and 70 degree weather with a hint of a breeze. my days have been filled with The Beatles speaking my heart in words words words, beaut friends who just fill me with some much(!), cheap beer, board games, lost trolleys, streets, summer dresses, runs and walks while the sun hides behind trees and roof tops, Arizona fruit punch, snow bubble tea, darkened restaurants, peaking into expensive apartments pretending we're sleeping on the bed and watching TV in the living room with our shoes off, pretending i know how to write poems and stories, wishing i were Coraline, waiting for Spring break, jonesing for my pajama party on friday, picnics on Saturday, and kickball games on Sunday. "Let's run away! Together arm in arm," i long to tell him under sheets, "I'll drive and keep within the lines, you'll sleep all day and at night we'll stop and kiss under the stars--we'll be the same people in different states but with the same stars above--we can trade names and accents and never grow up! You won't have to be assistant manager and i won't have to pretend to be a good student! Let's go please!" but my words are lost as my alarm clock hits 6:30AM.
Some silly words i strung together that created nothing much:
Kittens
We sleep on the new rug like cats
And wake up with bites going up and down our arms
Perhaps flea bites
Or maybe from our own mouths
Love bits, that should be covered with 5.00 dollars make up
From CVS where all the mothers go while their children are at school
To yell at the balding lady that they have been waiting for 10 minutes to pick up
Their sleeping medicine
And we all watch as she walks away
