When I asked Florence what she wanted to do, if not go out.
"Listen to myself."
What do you hear when you listen to yourself?
"Not much... weak and commonplace."
I tell her I will come visit her.
"First come by yourself so there's nothing in my way when I tell you how awful you are.... That's a joke."
I know.
"I have to work on it."
*Simon and Garfunkel
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand,
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation.
And the superficial sighs,
In the borders of our lives.
4 comments:
How do you do it? In one conversation you bring in mother/daughter and grown up daughter/mother. I find myself reading and rereading that conversation.
how the fuck do I know....I mean it only took me 7 hours to write 6 pages. Actually, 8 hours.
these are my favorite colors! it is color wise dazzling and story wise crushing, tender, real.
i'm reading your blog claire and loving it.
damn jossie I'm so fucking thrilled!!! and I had to go back and look at the colors. because you know they're just normal... (ducks flying computer)
thank you so much. love our expanded territories.
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