everyone, everyone

i'm tired of poetry the way i'm tired of my cat hating me every time i come home. i want to start a poem about her like 'genevieve your mother slept in a barn', as in she was a barn-cat,

today: i read a book, the sheets smelled like christmas, i tried to beat the forest temple in legend of zelda/ocarina of time, boyfriend came home from work early but i was still asleep and then he left, i showered and washed my hands with organic citrus mint soap,

a strange buzzing noise just came from the front door, it was not the doorbell, i'm hoping the apartment is not on fire

i haven't been useless today! i sang into a microphone, i read a book, that's enough isn't it

all i've ever wanted was to be frank o'hara, and it's not that it's not working out, it's something else

music

hi everyone,

i think i promised some music information.

the band i am in is gods of harvest. we are playing our first show on july 8.

"Soak beachside car driving pop in buckets of reverb and harmony, and you've got some bold new stuff out of Raleigh." -The Pinhook


my sideproject (i write all the words, my boyfriend is the musical genius, we both sing) is called gracious what lungpower

how is everyone and how is poetry?

j

i'm a blonde now

here is something for anyone:

last night we slept
like our backs were having a staring contest
and i had a dream that came true: i left
the philosophy of andy warhol on the floor
of your red car
with the locks i still can't figure

when i sleep my spine asks
is there room in this posture for yearning?

it's hard to say how many times
i wished i was in this bed
and not because i don't know the exact number

"life update"

one, i am slowly reappearing in the blogopshere

two, i am reappearing "shinier" and "with more sparkle"

three, tomorrow night is my senior prom, isn't that funny

four, i can't bring my own boyfriend to the prom

five, he doesn't like crowds anyway

six, i don't either

seven, i've been writing some songs and will have an 'EP' out at the end of may i think

i'm getting tired of numbers, that's how i always feel

how is everyone? really. really

three lines for m

you sometimes smile low
you left the television on
for a dog that wasn't coming home

in any case,

photos;
one, matt and i belonging in a j. crew catalog
two, my friends nameless little sister


things are happening
next week i will be in new york for a short period of time
i have been reading "take it" by joshua beckman, i'm enjoying the images
i am graduating in may
"what am i doing with my life"

lately i really enjoy taking the last word off of a popular phrase
too bad i can't think of an example in the first
see? 'place' is missing

ten fiftynine

i am always the thought
of what you aren't wearing
what you've finished eating

to exist under your hands
is almost as good as being dust
in someone's 'xmas ornaments' box

but i never saw the blue
the lambs ear has been dying
for some time