We Say Things That Are Unsayable and Mostly True

Hello friends,

Here is a new poem for you. I'm quite pleased with it. I named it "3 Mile", but I'm not entirely sure I like the title. So, here you go.

I have so many thoughts inside

Standing next to the reactor at 3 Mile Island

My hand mirrors yours

And we stare into the depths of the eyes of revolution

With a stringy folk ballad twisting in the air above us

And my skirt making fluttery noises on my leg, now yours

The hurricane wind makes waves in the sunset air

Teaching a stray strand of hair to limply lean on my face, yearningly

I turn to you, our eyes lock like bank vaults

And your gaze grabs me like an octopus hug, and we see each other in confidence

We say things that are unsayable and mostly true

And we're falling in love with the brains of dead writers

And we're tasting the sulfur and the ocean on the air like cotton candy

And we're stretching taller, arms spread wider

And we're balancing here on the pinnacle, on a chair balanced on the pinnacle of the point of the highest tower

And we stand as one flesh among the debris

Yard sale of the discarded

Handbags and vending machines and moose antlers and spice racks

Dotted with lampshades and pool cues

And now we are fading, and the music notes fall around us like bombs

But you know, it doesn't matter

Because my hand is a perfect mirror, imperfect

Of yours.

01/03/11

Now you should listen to this song:

With love and reassuring shoulder pats,

Tiffany

Things I Could Say

Sometimes, I can't make words say what I want them to say.

I want to say: I could live here forever. I want to be in this moment, always, with you.

I want to say: I know what it was, about that dream. I wanted it to be real. I wanted to be floating there, out in space, alone and cold, seeing everything that had ever happened contained in that orb.

I want to say: This is important. Listen. My heart is always calling yours.

I want to say: The way the sun looks today makes my heart feel real.

I want you to understand it, when I say these things to you.

A Bunch of Baloney

Today, I saw a man walking down the street in a black trench coat and a top hat. I sure hope that means Halloween is coming, not that time travel has finally been invented and the world is soon to be spiraling out of control. I think the former is correct because top hat man was on a cell phone. Generally, time travelers from 1824 don't know about cell phones.

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Currently there are two boxes full of fruit turnovers and strudel-like desserts sitting on my coffee table, looking at me forlornly. I don't actually want to eat them, but I didn't go to the gym today, and the rebellious part of myself says EAT THEM, YOU MIGHT AS WELL.

It is weird that when I want to do something "bad", I want to do it REALLY BAD. For example, when I think "hee hee, I'm going to stay up a little bit later tonight, because I can!" usually turns into "uuggahahhhggg it's 3AM!!! WHY!!!???" and "I don't feel like cleaning my room right now" turns into "THROWING CLOTHES EVERYWHERE". Well, that's a bit of an over exaggeration on that last one. But the mess does escalate quickly.

Anyway, this is a boring blog posting. Sorry.

Yours,

Tiffany

Phalange is a Funny Word

Hello friends. It is rainy and this song makes me feel a little bit melty. Because they just took that pop song, and they acoustic-ed the crap out of it. And that is nice.

Today, I finished learning how to knit a mitten. Too bad mine ended up looking like a mitten specially designed for an individual with multiple-phalange amputation. Poor freaky mitten.

Also, I ate delicious desserts at my friend Steph's house. Also, I watched "Clue". Which is awesome, and nothing like I imagine freaking CANDY LAND is going to be as a film. Or Monopoly, for that matter. Unless the Monopoly movie has someone picking up the edges of the board and shaking it vigorously while yelling "EARTHQUAAAAAKE!!!", it will be a waste of my life to watch it.

The end.

Because you're amazing,

Tiffany