January 28, 2006
gathered things
My house has a first aid kit too--a square tin box with handles, and inside it the usual gauze, bandaids shaped to fit curves of body, its leaking contours of betrayal. Ultimately, you've lost me to your threat; I'm not calling your bluff. They have it on record that I've called another's and now they question me when I lean into their car window and say I'm a witness. What I�m saying is goodbye, thank you for keeping me such good company for so long. You�ve given me everything to look back on and objects to put on my wall. Keep yourself, keep yourself, keep yourself, looking back fondly on every quote Morrissey ever gave the world, the one where he says he's never been so betrayed by the last person on earth, the other that describes how you called his family�s honour into question after they paid your way home with change to spare, the one on loop that I selfishly sing along to, united, taken over.
Caroline:
You must rise above all the things that pull you down.
Tad
Posted by: Tadeusz at January 28, 2006 11:30 PMwhat if I can’t anymore. this is the final heartbreak. strange man, I keep thinking you’re someone you’re not. Mr. Duffy, A Painful Case is the all consuming summary. I don’t even keep it in my back pocket anymore. there's no need when I do something as cliché as breathe every word.
Posted by: caroline at January 29, 2006 12:36 AMThis season has sucked for every thoughtful person I know. You always had this way about you that scared the hell out of me, like you were made of stone and would always be somewhere. You're a titan, Caroline, you matter. Don't take a Brody now.
Posted by: Chris at January 29, 2006 2:29 PMThe season, then? Why do I frighten so many people? I do nothing but stay on my couch all day, unable to move until the hour becomes inappropriate. I need to look up the definition of perspective.
Posted by: caroline at January 29, 2006 3:12 PM