attempts

Apr 08, 2008 - 11:14 AM PST

* brain storming * i just wrote down different things that came into my mind***

Soulful looks, destroyed ego, echoes of emotions haunting, plastic limitations, emphatic claustrophobia, colorless flowers,

And attempt at a short story:




What I’m craving is smooth and cold; Ice cream or Pistachio pudding. What I’m craving is sticky and sweet, Caramel or milk chocolate.


I’m watching you watching T.V. The bird is turning circles over and over again in her cage. Even something that has never been free still craves it.
You flip the channels and I pretend not to be annoyed.

And I’m thinking about two summers ago.
We were playing Cranium with mutual friends. I had to act out “Little Ms. Muffet”. I pretended to start sitting and then in a surprised tone and terrible English accent said, “Oh my,oh oh”. Immediately you guessed ‘little Ms. Muffet” I knew then, that I would love you.
And in the glow of the T.V. I smile at the memory of you.

Our dog Sydney snuggles at your feet, and in a surprised leap she jumps on the couch. You reproach her immediately. “No Sydney, you do not belong on the couch. NO”. Sydney jumps down.

Everything in it’s appropriate place. We’re set up like a doll house. Posed and proper, plastic and stiff.

I want to cry in your hands.

I sip cold water from a coffee mug.
Chocolate dipped macaroons, a stack of pancakes with strawberry syrup and whipped cream.
It’s almost time to go to bed.

I break the silence first, but what I say doesn’t make much noise.
“Did you talk to Kevin? Did he say he could do it?”
“Yeah, he’s busy all this week, but he can come by next Wednesday, take a look at it.”
“Oh ok, Good. I’m glad that’s settled.”
I sit looking at him. He doesn’t say another word.
My phone vibrates on the table next to me. We both pretend not to hear.