1. the vortex is opening its mouth to bite me in half like a hungry hungry hippo does to an oblivious tourist. and whats a girl to do when she's divided in half? twiddle her thumbs and tap her toes? how useless and juvenile.
i am losing it. all of it.
2. it's that i see a destination on the horizon that sparkles pink and i fold & kick into a headstand, walking all spry upside down, thinking, thinking of the vision. (can't see it now the blood cells are all crowding my brainspace, but) i know it's there and it's pink, and are we almost there? when will i ever (?) be there. this is the moment i fear: i decide to stand down, U-turn, and clean the gravel from my palms; orORor i tie my laces, trudge the distance on foot, and hum to pass the time.
how upright & gravitational and not me. can i only move forward if i'm drunk?
From the drafts folder
6 years ago
Is the title of the post a reference to the book Starring Sally J Freedman as Herself, by Judy Blume, or is that a coincidence?
ReplyDeletehaha, i just changed it. but i was thinking more along the lines of anne of green gables. judy blume IS hot right now tho. maybe a subconscious reference...
ReplyDeleteWell, now I want to know what the original title was...
ReplyDeleteAnd... I believe in you.
i love that one of the adverts for this blog post starts with "skin peeling off hands?" haha. so literal, those marketers.
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