apricot

"I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast.

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold."
-William Carlos Williams

My favorite poem. And a great story behind it:
senior year in high school, I found this poem and got obsessed with it, so I put it on my fridge to read every morning.
One day, I found the poem gone, and replaced by a note from my mother,
"Apricot.....I don't remember leaving any plums in the fridge, but of course you were welcome to them! Im glad you liked them so much, I went out and bought a ton. Glad to see you're eating healthy."
Suffice to say, I never tried introducing poetry into the family again
Boyfriend graduated today....didn't even wake me up so I could see him walk across stage. It was depressing, and he left almost immediatly after. So now I have one day left at Oberlin, and am officially single again. Wonder if I can make tonight count When my friend Joey gets drunk, he is only to speak two words to me, and thats "bitch" and "slut". He even says it around his folks. I feel like I've been a bitch all week, lets see if I can live up to my latter calling.
Finally finished my Godard paper, it sucks though.
Becca is supposed to call about shooting my next set either today or tommorow. Hint: it will involve some of those prom dresses I bought at goodwill the other day. Meow!
My (ex)boy got highest honors though, which is impressive. Graduated in top three percent of his class. Amazing for such a goofy motherfucker. I'll miss him like whoa, but I have to admit its going to be amazing to be single again. I'm feeling viracious,
I feel like burnt goose flesh.
I feel like I need to see a certain dark-haired emo boy tonight.
I feel like dancing in the rain.
If anyone wants to date a strange girl who likes all of the above, send your applications henceforthwith. If that's a word.