acknowledge, move away.after boasting aloud and just before bedtime about my quick and able transition to city life, i had a dream that i dropped by kay's apartment and was welcomed the way i always am, and she kept up a steady chatter ("and my dad had to admit he worked for duracell, you know, but he had a hoodie covering his tan") and told me about the very floppy christmas tree on her table ("this year, i bought an easy tree." "please tell me it's spelled EZ." "it is!") and pottered about with her hair pasted up in some sort of deep conditioning masque, which was being weighted down to her head with antique spoons. and i woke up crying a little bit, because even though this is the land of opportunity and no one gets to be on _law and order_ by staying home, there isn't everything here. there isn't driving in your car on a whim to your friends' house and picking up some hard lemonade and walking to the park to play touch football. i remember when something like that wasn't a major effort; it was just saturday. and there's a small rebel yell in my chest (one that sounds suspiciously like a four year old) that cries foul about that being over and done.
i'm off to go stand in a rejection line. bringing: book, compact, extra lipstick, large photo of face and a magic energy shield that keeps damaging rays out of my sphere. pzing! pzow!
# posted by l. @ 12:38 PM
