It is believed that the fire of last week was due to some sort of electrical issue - they believe an outlet got overloaded or something. Corporate has been giving my dad the royal treatment; he's hardly paid for any of his meals since the fire He was at a different store where a bunch of bigwigs were due to show up, including the VP of Sales - the only person higher than that is the CEO.
One of the bosses took him aside to tell him to go home and get some rest, and followed up by telling him to book a room at the Arlington with mom, and find the most expensive steak, all on the company's dime. Dad asked if it could wait until Labor Day weekend, but I wonder if they're afraid he's going to leave or something
I'm employed again, though it's only temporary. I'm organizing some medical files for an assisted living facility. It's not difficult, but it is tedious. Yesterday was my first day; I got there this morning and discovered they were undergoing an audit for the next two days, and I wouldn't be needed until Thursday. Waste of time dealing with all that traffic, but they're paying me for half a day, so whatevs.
Yesterday turned out to be quite eventful as I found myself with another DD: Disaster films are more honest than you realize. I'm flattered, even if I don't think the piece especially deserves the honor I didn't really work on it all that much or anything, beyond a bit of dusting when I posted it.
I wish I could have described the uncanniness of things better, but there's really no comparison unless you've been in a situation like it yourself. The bizarre behavior of the sky, the simultaneous moment of clarity, the slowdown; going through something like this is actually a surprising gift for a writer.
In other news, it feels like summer is finally cooling off - I went outside this morning and it was chilly
Denim Devil (Twitbit 2)modern day narrative:
the devil calls you "soulmate"
and hits where the bruises don't show
imaginary letters to hollow bonesto the quietest one,
i long to use my flesh and bone to advantage beneath the harsh glow of fluorescent lighting, to show off angles that should not exist but do.
i yearn to feel the touch of a hand as if it were the weight of the world upon my waist instead of a soft, rounded palm.
i desire the skin of my shoulders to split and for wings to unfurl from their hidden cavities so that i may fly as if i were a bird.
these are the thoughts that will echo within my conscious on my twenty-second birthday, when the cake is moist and my mouth waters with the delight of it.
these are the ideas that will hollow my bones and fill them with air in preparation for my maiden flight.
and i tell you this, youngest of young selves: you must not allow it. stamp out these snake-like thoughts when you are still shy of your tenth birthday, before they begin to matter. let them spill into the ocean from the sink in our bathroom long before they begin to poison us both, before they can strip the fat flesh
Lonely CreaturesThere was a mermaid in my pond. She floated there, eyes closed, her head above the water. I saw the green tail under the lily pads and ripples.
“Drown with me,” she said. She looked at me and smiled. Perhaps it was a joke.
“Why would I do that?” I asked.
“The spirits of the drowned are reborn into the sea. It’s a good death in that way.”
I kneeled by the pond and she flicked water onto me, making me laugh.
“I like the sea, but I’m too scared to die.”
“You won’t be scared. I’ll be holding you.”
She held onto my arm. I saw the shape of her muscles under her skin. It would have been easy to pull me under. She waited for my consent.
“Why do you want me to come?”
“You have no family. I want a child. If you drown in my arms, you can be reborn as mine.”
We were lonely creatures.
And I didn’t want to die alone.
She pulled me into the pond and we sank while in each other’s arm
there aren't anymore saturdays.it's funny that you thought you could
tear me apart
but weeks passed with your nails against my soul
tell me when did you realize that i'm nothing
and there's nothing inside my skin
no feelings for you to tear
and all you did was hurt your hands and
tangle your hair.
i wish i could laugh.
girls that photosynthesizeI.
i asked my mother to buy me sweetener,
and she said "no," and she said "no,
sugar is better for you it's more natural"
so i shrug and i clamp my teeth over
my tongue and sew my mouth closed
and i steal sweet n' low
from the pizza place
my friends watch me pick at my lettuce,
a rabbit-food-lunch that makes me sick
to my stomach, and when i run to the
bathroom during science class they
follow me and ask what i ate for breakfast.
i say "waffles" because they can't know
i won't let them stop me
my therapist asks me if i think i'm sick
and i'm not, i'm strong, but i can't be
not here not here, and the $$$$$$$$
are ticking away as i consider my answer
so i say "yes" and she asks me what
i will become and i say "better"
because that's all they want to hear
my dietitian sets up a rough meal plan
and she says i won't gain weight on it
somehow i trust this woman with art
on the walls of her office and i pick
through the day in corn-kernel bites,
Afternoons You drink,
Like you’re trying to
Like each cup of regret you
force down your throat will
somehow poison an unsettling sadness,
looking to settle within you.
As if it would kill the sickness residing inside you.
Climbing from limb to limb resting in anything
that mimics love.
A new undesirable anguish invested in glassy,
bloodshot eyes, once filled with fist fulls of hope.
Confusing a thirsty heart,
Corrupting a wondrous mind.