Happy nineteenth birthday Tatyana!
I know you won't see this, but I thought of you today, and I think of you often.
You were a good friend, the best, in many ways.
Well I won't go on and on, but here's a bit about Taty.
I called her Milky
(I was her Cake)
She is a Scorpio
She is a GREAT friend
She was the kind of friend who stayed up all night
to work on a project
for all the little crises that occurs in a teenage girl's life
or for no reason at all
She had thousands of songs to suit any occasion
She would dance in the streets
She loved dangly earrings
and shirts with no arms
and bright bright things
She's the kind of friend that you can trust
after 3 years of not talking
to she'll hug you the same
with her strong skinny arms
as if you'd seen her yesterday.
not to ask questions
not to accuse
she accepts you as you are.
So thank you for the days, the memories
My dearest Milky Tatyana
You deserve the best birthday
I wish you many more to come, each better than the last.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
My Day
I suppose money grows on trees
technically, it does, that is
Usually though, we're short of money...
Except on payday- joyous payday
when Kevin gets paid.
Walking down the street is a glorious new thing
with money burning in your pocket
glowing bright green
or the slide of the credit card, cool in your hand
as you pay for things you've wished you had
the glow of spending is as good as the thing
in your shopping bag.
Today I spent spent spent
I went mad at the 99 cent store
a bloodbath of money poured from my pockets.
a wicker basket to hold fruit
two little plastic pots
and household staples
a weeks worth of groceries
a glut of fruit, enough for a colony of flies to feast on
and fall back drunk
so many raspberries
Gala apples, Driscoll strawberries glowing red as rubies
Bosc pears in subtle glory
waiting for ivory teeth
to sink into their crisp juicy flesh.
I bought and bought and bought
and we lugged the things home
We cleaned out our pockets and we cleaned out the house
But the house gleams now
The things in place
And every day our apartment seems more ours
I push the dark thoughts away and it's not hard
because finally, finally
I have a home.
Ps... having a bit of money to spend doesn't hurt either xD
technically, it does, that is
Usually though, we're short of money...
Except on payday- joyous payday
when Kevin gets paid.
Walking down the street is a glorious new thing
with money burning in your pocket
glowing bright green
or the slide of the credit card, cool in your hand
as you pay for things you've wished you had
the glow of spending is as good as the thing
in your shopping bag.
Today I spent spent spent
I went mad at the 99 cent store
a bloodbath of money poured from my pockets.
a wicker basket to hold fruit
two little plastic pots
and household staples
a weeks worth of groceries
a glut of fruit, enough for a colony of flies to feast on
and fall back drunk
so many raspberries
Gala apples, Driscoll strawberries glowing red as rubies
Bosc pears in subtle glory
waiting for ivory teeth
to sink into their crisp juicy flesh.
I bought and bought and bought
and we lugged the things home
We cleaned out our pockets and we cleaned out the house
But the house gleams now
The things in place
And every day our apartment seems more ours
I push the dark thoughts away and it's not hard
because finally, finally
I have a home.
Ps... having a bit of money to spend doesn't hurt either xD
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