Just in case no one told you today:
- Good morning
- You’re beautiful
- I love you
- Nice butt
Ian McEwan, The Comfort of Strangers
I was there,Gandalf…
”-Isildur, we need to destroy it!
-You gonna drag this shit on the top of the mountain?
I was there the day the strength of Men failed…
I wanna make this sound like music to you. Turn the sky into a sad excuse for a filtered sepia, the sun frowning into the ground, like singed yellow. The clouds are a watercolor pink, and the white are the spaces the brush didn’t touch- everything about this picture is cohesive. And I am just two hands asking the handle to open up and buy me some candy. The “ding” on the door is like a doorbell, the lady at the counter is nodding up from her cosmo and sending me a yellowy tinged smile. Wandering the aisles, my pant legs caress the chip bags, and sticks of wrapped candy lie colorfully contorted like wires on a fence post. Towards the back I see a window with a perfectly lined coca colas. I open the sliding door and feel cold like a rush of Christmas morning wind enveloping me into a chapped kiss. I press my lips to the glass and leave red lipstick, like a mark on an old man’s sleeve. Spaghetti sauce he wiped off after a second date. The color of my nail polish, or the etchings on my arm. I’d like to think of them as fifteen year old kisses. Adolescence stings like snake’s venom sometimes.