Oy. So, sometimes the blog has a mind of its own and decides it wants to change formats and look fucking weird. I fiddled with my original post for a solid thirty minutes, and I give up. Main points:
- I went dress shopping for the Christmas party, found a fantastic high neck/keyhole back lace dress that I didn't buy because I'll never wear it again, and 100 bucks for something like that is frivolous.
- I DID buy a new pair of shoes for 10 bucks, they were originally 40, and I love them. Along with the shoes were earphones fit for running with, and an off the shoulder coral sweater. I'll be wearing those things this evening for times with the gang and times with The Swede, and I will look adorable.
- I sort of internally freaked out because I invited The Swede to come have food with The Gang tonight...not because I'm ready to have my friends meet him, but because my biggest pet peeve is people talking about grand things they're going to do and not inviting me to them. I invite everybody to everything I speak of in front of them because of this (golden rule, mother fuckers. Treat people the way you'd like to be treated. I practice that). I'm vaguely worried he was under the impression that I felt it necessary for him to meet all of my friends and that I may or may not have freaked him out with my invitation. Too late to take it back, and explaining would seem silly. The whole worrying about it is silly, but I'm very girly in my head sometimes.
- I'm super excited to be with the most of the people I love the most in the world tonight. Food, drinking, silliness, and, as per Stevie's new rule, only the parts of the internet we're already familiar with. Yay!
- I'm also excited to see The Swede.
- And the most important part:
Allen stayed with his lady friend on Wednesday night (no need to name-drop), and then he wrote about it that morning. Not a drippy little love sonnet or anything like that. He had shared with me previously that staying at her house brought odd occurrences, and since they happened again, he thought he needed to write about it. One of my favorite things about Allen is his ability to write. He does it so beautifully and it reads effortlessly. I've always been slightly jealous of his abilities, to be honest. It's nice that he thinks I'm a good writer. It softens the blow of his outrageous talent. Jerk. Anyway, here's what he wrote. It's a very rough draft, according to Allen (and I agree. It's not difficult to read because of that, but it does cut from the streamlined feel), and I haven't touched it up at all. Here it is:
Seems like forever
since someone straightened my collar
and startled neighbors into burning sage.
I still hear echos in the dark with you.
Those familiar ghosts.
One watches me not sleeping,
and sees my eyes on the ceiling
Irises dilate
Crow's feet on her face
One breathes
almost in time with you
Slower
Warm air rushes through the cobwebs in her lungs
A dusty organ played after a long vacation,
A dirge in remembrance of a kiss
on my neck before you slept.
One traces with a translucent finger
my limbs, numb from your head resting on my thigh
I know it's not pins and needles,
And I cannot bring myself to wake you.
When I'm alone,
nobody adjusts my collar but me,
and I sleep soundly,
only waking with alarms.
Though I miss the numbness in my extremities
or being close enough to feel teeth behind lips
The times I spend not sleeping with you
are ghosts that follow only us around.
I loved it. He has a number of other poems that I love (but they are old, old, old. He wrote me one, once. I think he wrote me two. But I have never shared them with anyone. They're on old paper, carefully tucked away with my most precious of possessions), and I believe I have them in my email. I'd kind of like to make an entire post with my favorite poems of his, and take pictures of things to go along. He is my best friend in the whole world, and I think that anybody viewing my blog should know how fucking talented he is.
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