Category: wandering mind

Now people are straggling in. Wet hair still, turning TVs on, letting phones brrrrring. One guy laughs like a robot and knows at least one friend’s cousin’s daughter’s best friend in every city in America and maybe a few in Canada. He’s had the hiccups for 2 days in a row. I wonder if he…

I’m at work early today because we are going camping tonight and this weekend for Pat’s birthday. Our friend from Missoula who was also crazy enough to move to the East Coast is coming in on a bus from NYC. She picked a better East Coast, but then again I have the Poconos close and…

No matter how old I get, the word POOP still makes me giggle. I had a friend once and we could call each other poop as a pet name. Hey, Poop. Poop-a-doop. Maybe I’ll try it out on my new friends, only the ones I’m close with, see if it sticks. heh. I think God…

Something has taken residence in the middle of my chest. An iron heart, but there’s nothing there. Just bone. Can people feel bones like a pulse, like an organ, like a being of flesh just being there. I told myself, walking across the street, to open my skin. To absorb everything in because I haven’t…

How do we digest all of this? Elation and sadness, reflection and triumph. I feel uneasy. I feel a mound in my chest that I can’t spit up or swallow. I feel like people have already moved on. One girl on facebook said just that, “Moving on to more important things, I got my BRITNEY…

Pat and I got coffee last night at the Dunkin where all the bikers hang out. I wish there was a better place to get coffee, but it was quick and I was really good about not ordering a chocolate frosting doughnut and we were just killing time before our friends got home – we…

Lunch outside. My knees burning under my black pants. My pits sweating, my skin blooming red from the sun. My tulips have yet to open up in the garden. Tightly curled in their green pillows. They are open every where else. I ate a beautiful, simple meal: chili, the last of our garlic, salty bread,…

I’m feeling anxious for having no where to be right now. Which should be a wonderful thing, really and I have somewhere to be later because around here without our families, someone always takes pity on us and invites us to their family gatherings because we are orphans and pat and I haven’t lived together…

I watched a red shopping cart gallop across the parking lot. The wind with its fierce pushing tails. It veered head on into pat’s car – I almost got out to stop it, but then it veered left and missed. Diagonally through the rows of spaces, the wet pavement, the lines we all follow, I…