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Not dead. Just busy. despite a bad weekend, i still am a sappy sucker. at the walker art center, minneapolis. post-road trip without the boy ramble. lunch. |
07.13.04 - 4:48 pm stories and poems fail to tell you that love is this complex. My future mother-in-law
(who I think is counting down the days until she can pressure us into breeding) has been harassing me about choosing colors for the wedding and I am nothing if not frightened of doing so. Over and over through my spinal column and up through my brain stem: Here comes the bride Here comes the bride. Here she comes, but in my inner eye it's never me but some other girl in my body. Girls who get married don't go to rock and roll shows anymore. Lavender and smothered and waiting for the guitar spin and then the chord hits and I'm dancing down the aisle? I don't think I like that china pattern, now if you'll excuse me my head won't stop spinning. This isn't me. This isn't me. I think raw silk for the bridesmaids dresses, don't you think they'll be lovely. I'll be lovely for you, on the day I say goodbye to who I am, my darling. I am giving myself up to become part of you, and I'm not sure I'm right this time. I've been so wrong before. Till death rid me of you. Ashes to ashes and I'll always be the one who falls down, so make me yours. =========================== methinks I may have a slight problem with cold feet. good thing I use writing as therapy. also, shameless self promotion, but check out my new blog at cinematicme. |