so i was digging around in my computer because apparently i have nothing else to do.....i found this from a couple years ago...
i was a summertime girl.no school,park across the street,sprinkler up the hill.outside all day,fresh air hot sun.a slideshow of sweat,flashing eyes rippling laughter,moving bodies.it was hectic movement chaotic patterns kinetic energy.days of running around,climbing the towers jumping off the ledge.riding my bike through the tennis courts,running through the sprinkler in the upper park.rainy days,spent inside,reading a book and playing legos.dusk was always the same,no matter what the weather was.dinner on the back stoop with the rest of our apartment neighbors.dinner to the background groan swoosh drone grinding of the nearby traffic.then back inside grab double lengths of clothesline.we would jump rope in the middle of the road,a dead end that no one remembered.double-dutch hot peppers highwaters group jumps jump rhymes.then as the sun was setting,i would go to the swings and practice.getting as high as i possibly could.as soon as i reached the apex of my climb i would launch out of the swing and fly through the air.best part of the day.a few seconds of weightlessness in the growing darkness.magic.then the hard shuddering jarring landing back in reality.i lived for those summer evenings.blue-purple bruise of twilight where for a moment I was alone.
And everything was still.
i still like it....it was a prompt for creative writing a couple years back....you were sposed to fill in the blank to "I am a ______ boy/girl."
so it was sposed to be all anectodal and shit.....
i had to make my memories up.....
-=squish=-
i was a summertime girl.no school,park across the street,sprinkler up the hill.outside all day,fresh air hot sun.a slideshow of sweat,flashing eyes rippling laughter,moving bodies.it was hectic movement chaotic patterns kinetic energy.days of running around,climbing the towers jumping off the ledge.riding my bike through the tennis courts,running through the sprinkler in the upper park.rainy days,spent inside,reading a book and playing legos.dusk was always the same,no matter what the weather was.dinner on the back stoop with the rest of our apartment neighbors.dinner to the background groan swoosh drone grinding of the nearby traffic.then back inside grab double lengths of clothesline.we would jump rope in the middle of the road,a dead end that no one remembered.double-dutch hot peppers highwaters group jumps jump rhymes.then as the sun was setting,i would go to the swings and practice.getting as high as i possibly could.as soon as i reached the apex of my climb i would launch out of the swing and fly through the air.best part of the day.a few seconds of weightlessness in the growing darkness.magic.then the hard shuddering jarring landing back in reality.i lived for those summer evenings.blue-purple bruise of twilight where for a moment I was alone.
And everything was still.
i still like it....it was a prompt for creative writing a couple years back....you were sposed to fill in the blank to "I am a ______ boy/girl."
so it was sposed to be all anectodal and shit.....
i had to make my memories up.....
-=squish=-