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21 05 2007










17 05 2007

Dear Blog,

I am at home as I write this. On broadband.


Actually, I am not sitting inside my house. I am seated on the grass outside my home, right between the driveway and the neighbor’s yard. Bugs have expressed their appreciation for my computer. But I am on broadband!!!!!

My father discovered this. We were about to drive off to go to a restaurant as a weekly divorcee-bonding exercise, but prior to that, my sister decided to text message the entire population of the town (or at least the male population of it), and my father decided to check the status of his dating site inbox(es). Before and after the whole feeling bored and left out thing, I asked my father what connection he was on and then grabbed my computer to briefly see if, standing next to the driveway, I too could pick up the signal. And I did! Wooooooo!

Now I suppose that instead of spending my lonely mornings and afternoons in bed staring at the ceiling, I shall spend them on the grass outdoors. That poses a bit of a problem, though–ever since it looked like some guy was trying to follow me home from high school, I have been paranoid about being outside by myself. I do not think I am going to die immediately, but…well, the fact that a car just drove by scares the crap out of me. Okay…it pulled into a neighbor’s driveway. Good. Probably just a neigbor who does not care about my existence.

Oh, shoot…rain. Hang in there, computer! If you survived grape juice, you can deal with rain!

Violet Black

Still there for me

16 05 2007

Dear Blog,

It is 12:53AM. I am sitting on a blanket in the mudroom, which is sort of like a miniature lobby to wipe your feet in for those who do not have one. I am on broadband. I am listening to Nights With Alice Cooper, which is almost over with. My bum hurts, and my back hurts as well. But Alice was there for me when no one else was.

Matchmaking sites never did me any good, but I am starting to feel progressively less guilty about my fixation on marriage.

I lurve you to bloody little pieces, Alice.

Violet Black

For poetry class

1 05 2007

Cash Only
(A simple lament of four-word lines)

So I was lazy,
sought breakfast at one.
Went the usual way
and saw–cash only???!!?
But my card always–
I could use it
anywhere, anytime for food
and have midnight snacks
wherever I might be.
I was not warned!
Thirty-seven eighty-one
remains on my card
Let me use it!
What is their problem?!?
What is the point
of starving their students??

My most used route
takes me past many
vending machines in succession
to allow more choices.
I check them all.
Good food, cash only.
Each and every one
I pass betrays me.
Starting from my dorm,
through the closest building
down the academic spine
to the Student Union
doubling back to others
outside my normal route,
each wants my cash,
even here in Governors.

I want my food!
I want my milk
and candy, quick energy,
and Hot Pocket nutrition!
Cheese, meat, tomato vitamins,
all I usually need
to hold me ’till dinner,
right there behind glass
yet so far away.
At least some Gatorade!
One machine has all
my favorite candy together
and I can’t touch.
Just give me anything!
I see crows outside,
but I can’t cook.

What would Jesus do?
Probably pick some figs
or fish with friends.
Not much help there.
Even restaurants are closed.
Each step in vain,
I keep moving forward
in the hope of
writing all this down.
I could fall over…
Bodily sugars worn out,
my blood grows thin,
this body ever weakening.
I starve to death.
Rats eat my corpse.

I feel so sad.