bookfair by ~attictapes on deviantART
this is my favorite picture that i have taken in a really long time. there was a book fair yesterday. i was being really anti-social all day and didn't want to go anywhere but my roommate and i dragged ourselves there. it started off by us getting a pedicure and manicure. don't laugh/vomit. it was actually kind of nice to do something for myself (for once). then we got on the ferry to get across the river. we went to felipe's and had some delicious quesadillas. they had some obnoxious rancheritas playing in the background but i didn't mind so much. we rode our bikes to decatur where they were having this bookfair afterward. i didn't actually buy any books, i just wandered around. we went into this bar called yuki where we had to wear white gloves to touch anything that was on display. they had artwork and little trinkets to look at. they also had an estate sale across the street. i didn't go in, but long story short i ended up with a little night stand this morning courtesy of my roommate who said she owed me pizza money. on our way back from the fair yesterday, we passed by what i would call a hip-hop version of cirque du soleil..except the performers spoke on the mics occasionally and made really racist comments. they still ended up gathering a huge sum of money from the crowd. when we got home, we watched edward scissorhands and i finished my first scarf of the year. i'm kind of proud of it. not too bad for a saturday.
i was sitting on an ugly green couch crocheting a blue scarf.
feet and toes
the eternal search.
you stay in bed
she gets dressed for work
and you wonder what happened
to the last one
and the one before that . . .
it's all so comfortable-
this sleeping together
the gentle kindness. . .
after she leaves you get up and use her
it's all so intimate and so strange.
you go back to bed and
sleep another hour.
when you leave it's with sadness
but you'll see her again
whether it works or not.
you drive down to the shore and sit
in your car. it's almost noon.
-another bed, other ears, other
ear rings, other mouths, other slippers, other
colors, doors, phone numbers.
you were once strong enough to live alone.
for a man nearing sixty you should be more
you start the car and shift.
thinking, I'll phone Jeanie when I get in,
I haven't seen her since Friday.