I love shifts in perception, in attitude. Seeing things blossom. Though the
implication of a hard friendship was always there, it was never put into true
practice.
Line lives up on the shelf and polish them to a shine. Pick them and eat
them. The ones with you are to look like pomegranates turned inside out.
The way you savoured the words, the image. I made you a smile that I devoured.
Tonight was the a wrung out Game of 1000 White Cards. The idea was
to collect people and have them drink sangria, but it was not to be. I
think we had fun, but it was an edge of exhaustion push of energy. I’m
glad of work tomorrow. Enough time with the mindless will bring back my
taste for words. I am sad to miss SinCity tomorrow, but a prom will
hopefully be well worth it. I found a plum dress custom fit to someone
I could body double. The tight translucent sleeves will make dancing
difficult, but I swear, if need be I shall tear them off for freedom of
movement. It’s too fun to mess with perception for otherwise. Clothing
as costume – a favorite game.
in toronto i tended to wear skirts and peasant shirts. hippie
clothing, light carefree and not deadly in the unaccustomed heat.
nothing that wasn’t befitting a flowerchild. except once. i was meeting
with joseph at night and i had dressed in black. tight sleeveless black
shirt, black pants. clothes to break into buildings with. an
assassination outfit. i carried knives then – he hadn’t taught me
enough of love otherwise. it was too soon. i scared him. i was so
different to see. i stood, i moved in other ways. confident for the
first time.
“you look too dangerous – i can’t see you”