'ello?i forget about it for months and months
and then i remember to check it
and im like, where are all my old buddies?
anyhow. college.
xoxoxo jen
~xoxoxojen
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A TransformationThe night the transformer blew, we hadn’t talked for months. Our relationship had accidentally become stale, unnoticed like a bag of chips Left under the couch and forgotten about until it was time to vacuum.A Transformation
We were sitting on the couch watching television and eating spaghetti
As we did on so many nights with nothing to do, When we heard a bang and the lights and television shut off.
I shrieked and trembled, looking to you for wisdom, hanging on your arm
As you went outside to investigate the noise. I hid behind you, clinging to Your sleeve as blue sparks poured out of the wires
by ~xoxoxojen
Good girls have careersPregnancy, to an art history major, is an aesthetic longing. Black and white photos of bellies ready to burst, Round, perfect bellies of placid women with long unkempt hair, Sometimes braided, sometimes knotted on top of their heads, Standing barefoot in the living room, in only white panties and a bra, Smiling as if they are keeping the greatest secret in the world. Familiar images of the Virgin Mary cradling her child in her arms, Sometimes balancing him on her hand as if he were a feather or a precious gold ball, And he doesn’t resemble a baby at all, but rather, a small old man.Good girls have careers
by ~xoxoxojen
After You Left, IAfter You Left, IAfter You Left, I
Used your blue plastic razor to shave my legs, I Used your coarse yellow towel to dry off, I Guess I just wanted those skin cells on me.
I noticed a spot of blood on the towel when I hung it up. I wonder whether it’s from your ever-opening scabs Or me being careless with my legs, drip red blood stain towel.
Usually I blow-dry my hair for volume, sometimes warmth; But in today’s heat all I can do is collapse into bed, Towel wrestling my body for release, damp hair soaking my pillow.
This yellow towel makes me remember things I’d forgotten.
by ~xoxoxojen
The RainWell mother, you were right. Smith is fantastic. Today I sat in the theater building for half an hour admiring the hard rain falling on the brick steps. I came to class in a suede coat and boots, not knowing it was going to rain, and when I got out of class, half an hour early mind you, I laughed as I came up from the gamut – large, angry drops were falling from the sky, as if to scold me for being careless enough not to check the weather forecast before I let.The Rain
The last couple of days have been like Spring, even though we are deep in February and the groundhog predicted six more weeks of Winter. The false sense of security surrou
by ~xoxoxojen
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The Wandering Foam It’s quiet as a dream out on the rocks. The waves waltz gently along the shore, and small slow drops of rain fall in a gentle hiss. Somewhere in the fog is a channel marker, its deep-throated bell rolling across the water. During the day, it is loud as color-coordinated families crouch next to tide pools, exclaiming over algae. Now, everything is painted in shades of dusk. The wide swaths of granite fold down from the road, swaying gently until they take a sudden turn and sweep into the sea. I stand on the rocks, in thThe Wandering Foam
by ~savilcindy
Land LegsIt’s a game we play every year: who can get hypothermia first? Because let me tell you,Land Legs
ocean water in Maine— it’s pretty damn cold.
But this time I go alone. All of my crazy friends have taken their crazy lives and left me alone, treading water in a depressing sea of sanity. Now it’s a competition with myself, I guess. At least I know I’ll win.
You can’t wade in, because that
would give you a chance to back out. I run, always run, gasping
as the water hits my toes ankles, knees oh god! my waist and stop
by ~savilcindy
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"But Peter Pan is miles away..."
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...and no detail is ever too small
On a related note, how was your trip to England?
-Caroline
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xoxoxo jen
I think everyone's just kind of forgotten that this corner of the universe exists. Maybe the flock will return with summer and the inevitable lovely boredom that comes after a stressful schoolyear. I hope you keep posting, though. What took you to Argentina?
-Caroline
xoxoxo jen
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xoxoxo jen
-Peter
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Meae deliciae, gaudere hoc somnium breve licet nobis,
Nam nescimus ubi et in qualem diem nos exciturum esse.
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Please write back soon and let me know if you want to marry me.
PS. I am very handsome and live in a mansion with a pony.
-Caroline
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