red skirt, red hockey socks, red shoes, red jumper with holes

I O U:



joanna newsom is a fightingfuckingsinging in torrents of cleverness clutching the harp like a mast and resting her head eyes closed against it for safety in storms of it all. fireworks night for bright sparklings and explosions over and over and over the whole city so for once you can't forget how big it is how small you are underneath this sky. sleep in front of a fire hissing. letter over breakfast full of goblins and books about magic realism real magic post colonial literature and the who, are, we, who am i writing too?(of course i want to hear about your marrow babies and roller skates and drying lilies). warm in bed bed bed all day, was it days? ani difranco and a sadness and another ,jolting, bit, more grown up at least there are those two remembering words and chords crying along with me. words. more words, getting faster,creeping up in me like days without me noticing. walking. new shoes. no phone. no numbers no old messages never again what fucking time is it? black shoes , black and cream dotted skirt, black sweater, black coat with red buttons, hair tied back and lipstick interview. ladies wear blazers and their hair loose. sore feet stumble home home. talk. eat. talk. sleep. letter about orchids and wasps and what you said gertrude stein said and how nice it is to recognise you. train. sleep. tutorial. sleep. virginia woolf would have loved to read that letter. train. kiss. talk. fight. sleep. cry. shower.kiss.orange jelly fish. kiss kiss laugh . eat eat eat. laugh. ride the bus. held tight. it came from outer space with 3d glasses and music from someone elses planet. talk talk talk. the oldest and best and sleeping at the beach. scrabble. walk. sleeping. wake. cry. if fists against cold walls won't fix it we'll fix it. cry. holding tight. drink tea. walk. eat. kiss. walk. kiss.and the and and and open your eyes. abre los oros is not as good as yellow wallpaper or through a glass darkly and. and. and. warm.and the oh oh oh oh. just one more kiss, the red wine i'm so glad sleep. and wake and sleep and wake and eat porridge you made with sultanas in it and honey for me and jam for you. train. sleep. bus. walk into the getting dark early cold. sleep in front of fires hissing.




(it gets so hard to keep up)