Wednesday, June 17, 2009

2AM
It's raining
Drops on pavement
the reflection of the street post in the street from the light of the moon and the street lamps- catches my eye
my shade is mostly shut with a few inches opened to the night's life
im looking onto a world i was not invited to see,
telephone wires stretch from one side of Pennington rd to the other
dipping in the middle, like a tightrope
cars parked and silent, sleeping like their drivers
am i alone?

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

i wonder what i used to do when the night was too silent to sleep-
max, im sorry. for thinking i could live in the moment and wanting more when it was convenient for me
i meant what i said about you being gentle
i'm sick of .com's
i miss the old friends i don't see and don't recognize the ones i do
i miss my grandmother, but can't cry for her anymore (it's been years)
i want to be back in that floating space when all i had to do was order a sangria, in spanish
i will be back in dc,
i cried to my oldest friend the night before her wedding just like the tears i cried to my sister, the nigth before hers
i wish i deserved to be a bridesmaid
my mom sold my car- that old car that came with a work-ethic and an ego