Being sad is the same all over the world but at least in NYC you can cry in central park.
Computer Noises Computer Smells
Blahg
Hypotheses by Molly King
She said
I’ve noticed you don’t repeat yourself
more than twice, when asked
and I figure it’s because
if they don’t hear you the second time
they won’t hear you at all
it’s like
writing a word
so many times that you convince yourself it’s spelled wrong
and you can’t find the correct way anymore.
I said
it’s kind of like that.
She said
I’ve noticed you never ask questions
and don’t look certain people in the eye
it’s like
forcing three lines of words
into the last line of paper
because it’s more effort to stand up
and get a new sheet.
I said
it’s kind of like that
kind of.
She said
I noticed you watch the door for his shadow
every night
and he never comes
it’s like
scratching marks
in firework patterns
on the corner of the page
when ink won’t come out
and you know it’s run dry.
I said
it’s more like swimming
on the first day of fall
when you smell fear in the air
and the smoke from burning leaves
gives each tree a halo
it’s like that
I said
it’s more like that.
is there, like, a name for constantly worrying you smell bad? self-stinkophobioa. I think i might have it…
Moonless Night
A lady weeps at a dark window.
Must we say what it is? Can’t we simply say
a personal matter? It’s early summer;
next door the Lights are practising klezmer music.
A good night: the clarinet is in tune.
As for the lady—she’s going to wait forever;
there’s no point in watching longer.
After awhile, the streetlight goes out.
But is waiting forever
always the answer? Nothing
is always the answer; the answer
depends on the story.
Such a mistake to want
clarity above all things. What’s
a single night, especially
one like this, now so close to ending?
On the other side, there could be anything,
all the joy in the world, the stars fading,
the streetlight becoming a bus stop.
confession
listening to Maroon 5’s “Sunday Morning” I always thought the lyrics “in darkness she is all I see” was “Doctor, she is all I see.”
like…Adam Levine went to an optometrist and was like “I’m having vision problems, doctor. She is all I see…”
this is one of my favorite pictures of all time. can’t wait for sum sum sum sum.
people who say “i hate country music, but i love bluegrass”
yerrrrrrrpp.
“This is what it looks like when you get sorted into GRYFFINDOR” (Alise’s photo/caption)
I cannot get over this
