March 2011
You picked me up for Waffle House.
It was dark, but
when we got there, the florescent lights
burned holes in our eyes.
You best friends came along,
mispronouncing my name in words I did not hear.
You arm kept me locked next to you
on the back car seat, in the dirty red booth.
One AM and I didn’t want to sleep.
You had me eat a waffle,
I don’t think you knew-
I was only hungry for you.
“If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I’m neurotic as hell. I’ll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.”
—Sylvia Plath, second favorite poet.
Words That Don't Exist in the English Language →
Gheegle: (Filipino) The urge to pinch or squeeze something that is unbearably cute.
Cualacino: (Italian) The mark left on a table by a cold glass.
Sgriob: (Gaelic) The itchiness that overcomes the upper lip just before taking a sip of whisky
L’esprit de escalier: (French) The feeling you…
You only lose what you cling to.
Perhaps I’ll let you go, then.
It may do horrible things to me if I were to really, truly lose you.
Today.
Today was relatively excellent. I was, for the most part, happy. This is a rare type of day, and I plan to hold onto the memory of it forever. Today made me feel like there are people who enjoy my existence, and this is something of a shiny new idea to me. I am used to feeling outcast and alone, but today was spent with friends, some old some new.
It’s just… I’ve but myself underwater and I’m just beginning to realize that I don’t have to drown. I can swim.
