The Battlefield Where the Girls Say I Love You



That's just the thing: we will never tell you we love you. In fact, we're here only to hold hands across state lines and yell at the world. We're here to try to touch you across this chasm of flown things. Not even that. At most, I will teach you how to make a gin smoothie when there's nothing left in the house. Hannah can teach you several languages and what to do when your car breaks up with you. Thanks for coming out.

Sunday, September 9, 2007

the smaller commitment ceremonies

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.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ooh, I like grapes!

Anonymous said...

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.

Mamie said...

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!

Anonymous said...

wait. you stopped tanning? jesus, we never really talk.