so, i'm saying to hannah:
god, do you think c.k. williams' long lines enable a smooth move from narration to meditation or do you find them reason for unnecessary padding? or i'm saying,
i stopped tanning cold turkey. i've felt ugly and pale ever since. or i'm saying,
yeah, i'm living off salt and peppered tomatoes only. whatever. it doesn't matter.
because her response is (to me, to her new child):
"you should eat that last grape before getting up from the table. that last grape is all that stands between you and a bowl of icecream...alright, if you don't want to go see the ducks, keep it up..."
we're never going to be the same again.
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Ooh, I like grapes!
omg, MAMES! they're in school. like, NOW. at this v. moment.
i'm nearly weeping hugging them goodbye, and the principal says, It's always so much harder for the parents to let them go. thank god for misunderstandings.
this is awful. i'll quit the seven jobs. now. hell, i could come to wilmington and be an archivist in the library. i could start a website!
wait. you stopped tanning? jesus, we never really talk.
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