at break kim and i walked outside to sit on the blue benches. we both pulled out our books, and i said "we are scholars"...and we raised our books and our eyebrows and looked scholarly. and we split a yummy bean & cheese burrito with hot sauce that tastes kind of like pizza. nice.
one more day. i am squirming in my skin...and in all of my classes. i haven't been sleeping well. crescent moons under my eyes and in the sky. it is a full moon. i feel the need to howl tonight.
i feel the need for a large bandaid to cover me up, like a blanket.
"What our hands were doing, compiling the curves which are our feelings from everyday we've been alive, scarfing in the way he moves - whatever our hands were doing by a divine trigonometry presided over by those Mohammedan angels Ginsberg sings about who find their way to rooftops by every straggler made it out grating and pounding inside with an understanding of love, whether they crave it or they burn it like fuel in the places where blue and peace shake like kerosene, and dograts in the air before dawn. The cuticles are open, i am the word pour - the void of the seed - the melancholy conception of green articulating soil"
-jennifer robin
adieu for now, angelfish.
