10 for today

1.
my apartment number is 32, but you have to walk up 4 flights of stairs to reach my door.
2.
i would really like to sit and read my book as you sit next to me and read yours.
3.
i have a fear of racoons crawling into apartments while i lay sleeping.
4.
staring off into space feels so damn good lately.
5.
i worry about my grandparents dying while i am at college. there is still so much i want to learn from them.
6.
when i cook for myself, i always burn the roof of my mouth.
7.
a television, a vehicle, and an iphone are three things i will never buy with my own money
8.
because of my aunt, i will always believe in fairies and full moons.
9.
i seriously miss my best friend.
10.
i giggled a little to myself when he said he doesnt like wine.

A promise to stay true, Blue

every artist needs their muse
every yellow needs its blue
every moon needs to wane
every memory has its pain
every fox will run and hide
to my heart i must abide

Mascara

Putting on mascara is a promise I make to myself not to let it make me cry.

829 Cass Street apt. 32

(lately-

these posts seem to be a long letter im constantly

and continually writing to you.

-ugh)

Kitchen window open
perched like a yellow bird
on my red stool
in a blue t-shirt
looking at the same buildings
or the B W checkered floor
or the paper bag(s) filled with garbage
or the dishes in my sink
or the bills on the fridge
or the curtians,
my phone,
the open cabinets,
thinking about recipes
peanut butter cookies
 (or)
Christmas lights on
Glasses of (contaminated) water,
cups of (who knows how old) coffee,
Papers and pencils,
gum eraser, roll of tap, scissors,
your guitar case(s),
your mic stands,
your socks and hat and electric razor,
raw canvas wrapped around stretcher bars,
unfinished watercolors,
paintings leaning up against the walls.
I am on my belly on the rug in my living room.

 88.9 radio hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmin'
 rain and wet tires and the baritone of my fridge.

jus sayin/jus-so ya know: i friken love my quiet little life.