Saturday, July 9, 2011



Today was a good day if not poignant. That is my favorite word. "Poignant." And "undulate."

Me and two of my girls made like old times. We put cheap wine into water bottles and walked in the dusk around our their hometown. We found this construction tunnel thing. It was like a drain pipe, but there was nothing for it to drain. It was just sitting in the middle of some baseball diamond waiting to be put to use. Good thing we showed up. We took sexual pictures on it, practiced jumping on it like a horse (that almost hurt my man goods), attempted cartwheels across it, and then we crawled inside of it. I don't know if it was a construction tunnel. Curled up in there, it felt to me like a womb.

There was this orange setting sun hanging over our whole night. The only thing is that it wasn't a sun. It was a streetlamp, but we all thought it was the sun.

Then I went home and read and decided it would be okay to love someone else.

Thanks for reading,


  1. Wonderful. After reading this post I might be interested in reading your novel, additionally.

    P.S. New follower!

  2. Oh Anne! I look forward to seeing your name pop up under my Followers. Also, I love the journey you're on. Very refreshing to see a young girl binge on books that do not involve melodrama and monsters.