What? Almost an entire conversation about miscarrying glass after making love to superheated sand, sending albinos to sleep to help them find some pigments? Maybe I wasn’t there at all, as a neutral spy. Regardless, my mother’s spine is crumbling, there’s just no other way to put it. And from time to time in this heat, I put my head in the fridge, which smells of stale beer and not much else, makes me more dizzy than the heat itself. My fridge sucks. What the solution to these temperatures is, I do not know. Am starting to consider purchasing a bathing suit for the first time in years. Don’t even know where I would go looking for one, though I see them in window displays from time to time, somewhere around here. Maybe Jenny Lopez would have some pomo-off-neon in a girly way for me at the Bay? Oh god, I hope she dies, she’s falling behind my needs. I think I’m going to take a bus out to the Sooke Pot Holes, swim in my underwear all day and when night comes, dress like a rock and find a bush to sleep in, evade the park patrol. I think it would be best to do this for a week. Though I know for a fact that the “park patrol” up there is a bunch of young boys living on kerosene and grunge albums, so as if they’d do anything to a girl painted grey and in her underwear other than give her beer. I don’t know. I can’t think straight. I don’t belong in the arctic, either. Relatedly, last night, the breeze through my window and onto my bed was the sex. I was in a very bad grade, girl-writhing-for-no-obvious-reason porno, but only to the naked eye. oh god it was good. Last night Graeme was talking about "how you say?" cutting the air with a knife, and I almost went to my kitchen to cut a thickslice of this misery away. I've no doubt it'd be the shape of my ribs, sweat hanging off them like glass beads on an abacus.
Posted by caroline at July 23, 2006 3:54 PM