and we put cans of beans
in hot water in the sink
to heat them
up
and we read the Sunday papers
on Monday
after digging them out of the
trash cans
but somehow we managed
money for wine
and the
rent
and the money came off
the streets
out of hock shops
out of nowhere
and all that mattered
was the next
bottle
and we drank and sang
and
fought
were in and out
of drunk
tanks
car crashes
hospitals
we barricaded ourselves
against the
police
and the other roomers
hated
us
and the desk clerk
of the hotel
feared
us
and it went on
and
on
and it was one of the
most wonderful times
of my
life.
So, it’s that time of year again. Getting closer and closer to that feeling. The feeling of nostalgia mixed with adventure mixed with freedom mixed with lust mixed with that spring in everyone’s step. Those three months where absolutely anything could happen. And while that’s thrilling and fun and wonderful, it’s also terrifying. So many people are leaving.. so many people are saying goodbye. And obviously I’ll never be ready to muster that phrase to all these beautiful people that I only got close to in the past two years. And yes, of course, they all assure me that we’ll hang out all summer long.. but I actually want that to happen this year. I want my best friends, I want nostalgic adventurous freedom, and i really could use some more time. So please, let’s just make it happen.
Hold me close and hold me fast
The magic spell you cast
This is la vie en rose.
When you kiss me heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see la vie en rose.
Susan: These are my daughters, Rachel and Ruby.
Susan: I made them!
people like you make me want to be a mommy someday.
it’s not that i’m not talking because i have nothing to say, no,
i’m not talking because it’s better to play it safe right here.
so, i’ll stay shut
and if you really want to hear, listen to my silence.
