boom boom room
2007-06-11 1:55 a.m.

the girls go in, the girls go out.
the plane flies in, the plane flies out.

what you gonna do when you get into town?
i'm gonna sit'n my ass.

no, in english. what would you do if money were no consideration? or social pressure?

one, i would buy my parents cable internet.
two, i would make myself a key lime pie.
three, i would lie on my side and smile.
four, i would buy a hoverboard.
five, i would write, because i wouldn't have to.

today a bumblebee fell from the sky onto my uncle's shoulder. he brushed it off and it fell onto my mother's back. she brushed it off and it fell onto the ground. my father stepped on it; it made a very loud crunch.

i came home to MD thinking, i'll be sad if no one notices the weight i've lost. i'll be sad if their faces say, "you still look fat to me." i'll be broken if no one cares.

but people have given the appropriate response. good work, you look nice, hey hey.

my grandmother, though--she gushes. oh lizzy looks so good, you look so good lizzy, so good. she talks about my legs to my mother when i'm not in the room. i overhear. she compliments me on my skin, the color i'm wearing, my hair. she tells me about my big eyes, and wouldn't you know. i don't like the attention.