attn: m.e. ferda
2008-01-20 5:11 a.m.

today liz died. here is a description of the last day liz walked the earth. liz woke at ten, on the couch. she took her blanket upstairs and went back to sleep, contacts, bra, makeup, all.

at two she woke again and had a bowl of cornflakes, because she is, in some ways, a cornflake girl.

she went with daniel and chris to flaco's, where she got a ham and swiss cuban sandwich and a guava pastry. she read an emo hipster music newspaper and huffed about.

they walked in the greyness of the sunshine state. they worked, and such, while she performed some small administrative duties, browsed perez, wrote to a former student, and listened to miley cyrus--full of shame and delight.

she drank and ate m&ms in various shades of pink. she discussed reasons even a single person can enjoy valentine's day. other things: see other blogs, walk the circuit.

on beth's porch she and maggie and beth smoked and discussed men, boys, manboys, boymen, egg nog, comeuppance, adolescent eroticism, teachers that matter, birdwatching, stds, lysistrata, mourning, setting oneself on fire at different ages, writing about one's own death.

later she put a quilt on chris's feet. she tucked a duvet around daniel's neck.

finally, a mob of angry m.a. students came to the house she shared with three people of the male sex and one grown woman. they demanded the blood of m.f.a.s and she looked around but the boys were passed out so she sacrificed herself for her brothren[, as according to the universal concordance with the thoth tarot etc etc etc.]

they carried her away and she rode the crowd, bobbing along on a sea of broken chair legs and pitchforks.

afterwards they ate ham and swiss and stargazed a bit before the younger members of the crowd grew restless and asked to be tucked in. later the older members of the crowd tucked in these little ones in their beds, the same way liz did, slipping their stiff hands under the blankets and keeping it all taut. that sounds dirty.

she bequeathed her tiny heart-shaped silver box to beth, for the weed. to other friends she gave her fake bonsai, her empty fish bowl, her broken trophy, her journals, her scarf, her letters, her dirty letters.

the dirty letters are like a layer of mica in a sedimentary rock. they signal a more fragile, sparkly, wet time. other vestiges exist from other times.

she also has a blue condom that she received some time ago, which she has not ever used, if you're more interested in collecting artifacts from the dry era.