Christen has asked me to write poetry on her shoes. I'm thinking of Percy Shelley's _Mutability_.
Lonliness
I always wake up with a knawing lump in the pit of my stomach. During the day, it moves up to right next to my heart and alerts me every time my heart beats wump wump pain. wump wump pain. On the worst days, it wraps around my spine and I know I will die if it doesn't stop soon. At night, it unmercifully leaves me alive to wonder when I'll see her again.
Mutability sounds great to me.
ReplyDeleteI just have to ask-- "Lonliness"?
I hate that feeling, but it seems permanently attached. You'd think you'd get used to it, but you never do. It's like a scab that almost heals, then gets caught on something and opens up again (over and over again).
I hope yours goes away soon, and without leaving a scar.
That is a terrible feeling. Why does Maine have to be so across-the-continent from BC??
ReplyDeleteBecause, Ali. Fate and Luck saw you and said "THIS GIRL IS TOO HAPPY. LET'S SCREW HER." And proceeded to do it up right.
ReplyDelete... And here I thought Luck had a soft spot for Canadians. Et tu, Fortuna? Et tu?
ReplyDeleteCaptcha says, "Intiono."