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May. 9th, 2009 11:33 amBragh, what a very long week. If I had had 3 AP tests alone I would have felt exhausted, but that and the fact that Culture Night fell smack-dab in the middle which necessitated that I work my ass off for a single day to organize everything in the face of overwhelming indifference.
The upside of that is that Scotty A (I know so many Scotts). drove up a full hour to come. He grew a beard! And looked like trash! Everyone thought I was being awful to him, but they clearly didn't understand our dynamic. The downside was that I stayed until 10 cleaning up all the shit that was left over from the evening. Got home, read for an hour (Eugene Onegin again <333333) and went to bed.
Either way, the week is over and I couldn't be gladder. J invited me to a party tonight, but I'm not sure if I'm going to go or take more time to recuperate.
The upside of that is that Scotty A (I know so many Scotts). drove up a full hour to come. He grew a beard! And looked like trash! Everyone thought I was being awful to him, but they clearly didn't understand our dynamic. The downside was that I stayed until 10 cleaning up all the shit that was left over from the evening. Got home, read for an hour (Eugene Onegin again <333333) and went to bed.
Either way, the week is over and I couldn't be gladder. J invited me to a party tonight, but I'm not sure if I'm going to go or take more time to recuperate.
The Ghosts I Share My Bed With
May. 8th, 2009 11:26 amThe fingers clasping mine grew cold, distant
with every hour. My dear spoke like sand,
each mora sinking us towards the center
of the earth. “The journey,” deep sigh from me,
“is not so lengthy that we could not make it.”
The cigarette between his lips took it-
self for a web; the smoke arrested words
I'd chosen just for you, my dearest.
small colloquy took place beneath strange suns
returns to my bed lately. My feet shift
uneasily in my home. “You come always”
We stare like strangers. “I guess,” he says tense.
Another would have long ago forgot,
but his beautiful specter still haunts me.
with every hour. My dear spoke like sand,
each mora sinking us towards the center
of the earth. “The journey,” deep sigh from me,
“is not so lengthy that we could not make it.”
The cigarette between his lips took it-
self for a web; the smoke arrested words
I'd chosen just for you, my dearest.
small colloquy took place beneath strange suns
returns to my bed lately. My feet shift
uneasily in my home. “You come always”
We stare like strangers. “I guess,” he says tense.
Another would have long ago forgot,
but his beautiful specter still haunts me.