Mother left Amsterdam. Left her husband of three weeks. Is now living in Missouri with ex-husband twice removed. She came to Tuscaloosa for the weekend. I had lunch with her today. First time I'd seen her in six months. All my fury dissipated. It just all seems horribly sad. And awkward. I dont understand how animals such as us, with our myths of pure reason, make such messes out of what we're given. Which is to say: Life.
I went to a christmas party last night. Wore a bandit mask and drank homemade wassel. Shared a hookah with a charming boy. Says I: "Let's trade masks." He gives me his glasses. I stagger around. Seeing as he sees.
Asked my friends if I were an animal, what would I be?
Responses thus far: fox, deer, raccoon, sparrow, panther, hedgehog, crow-goose hybrid.
Hedgehog? See also: plummeting self-esteem.
Have decided to disdain in full sentences.
Shock, shock, shock.
1 comment:
A bird. You will always be a bird.
I will be home in two days. I am coming to Tuscaloosa immediately.
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