two plums
2008-03-29 2:40 a.m.

nothing for a while and then two in one day. that's how it rolls.

i'm writing now because i'm so tired i'm on the very edge of consciousness. like i can't even read this, so un-crisp is my vision.

get in the car.

usually you look back and you notice you've changed, like, "how silly i was back then!" or "what a bitch i was to him!" or other such exclamations.

every once or so by the light of the moon you watch the change as it happens. it's like feeling your skin pucker into goosebumps, a cold wave washes up your body and you go from being fine and likeable to bitter and something to avoid.

and there it is.

otherwise i am a marked individual. easy to read, multi-colored, like a map, with landmarks, and historical features.

KEY
SCALE
scale is the same.

COLORS
yellow stands for acknowledgment.
blue stands for cooking without a recipe.
green stands for excess.
pink stands for lies.

SITES
my dirty feet stand for try a little harder.
my skirt stands for four years ago a party where i got blackout drunk and bent over a chair and someone took a picture from behind--i have that picture.
my eyes stand for the cosmos, for faraway orbits.
my grandmother's ring stands for my grandmothers ring.