they pulled my hair at charm school.
they
stole my guestbook during
rolecall.
save the date + november 17th = spring 2005
rte. 9, 1 a.m. on saturday night = empty shopping plazas. apply brakes at a red light and one notices wall of eyeglasses glowing in an empty room, as if they were all waiting patiently for dates that never arrived. the mcdonald's sign brags that it will be open on thanksgiving 9-12. the boy with his hands on the steering wheel makes a comment about this. i'll miss meeting up with my sister at 10 a.m. on sunday morning. she'll tell me on the phone instead: she's wearing a shiny diamond ring on that left hand finger. she talks about the grand cayman islands, jamaica, mexico; how she was hungry when he pulled her aside to ask. imagine waves lapping at the side of the ship and her voice lilting up at the end of the sentence (used expertly to convince me to fetch things for her back in childhood) that asked him why they weren't on their way to dinner like everyone else. prev/next
class
notes, file of pom-pom
ghosts!
