It’s my ex-roommate’s birthday on the 24th and I wrote this little something for her.
I am also in the process of making a sketch, a scrap book, wrapping some gifts and writing a letter. Ideas are welcome.
so here’s what I wrote:
Happy Birthday Banana
As the mist envelops us
and secrets are whispered
your feet thaw the ice in my toes
your words settling the demons in my head
clasped together – our hands, our brains.
friends, roommates, people, humans?
you yell, I bang the door
you go to sleep, I walk out
4 AM half-asleep, dreaming together
over analyzing to-be-uttered words
7:18 PM walking in the rain
reeking of rum
praying to the old man above
the god we don’t believe in
you raise your voice,
I raise mine
things shatter, but get back together
glances, smiles and shrugs
shunning the obvious
reading each other’s mind
good morning sunshine,
wake up and shine.
I never knew mornings could be so loud
and who knew I could make your mornings hell?
The morning after, the I-regrets.
The cursing, the nursing
the promises which we meant to break
the fuck-ups which weren’t supposed to happen
the people who arent supposed to change your life so much
are the ones who alter it. Forever.
hairpins, earrings, dresses, long tresses
the “do I look okays?”
sentences, you can complete mine
and I, yours
Words, stolen from their vocab
I, perenially late
you, always early
my period, always on time
let’s not talk about yours
your beautiful, oh-so-annoying, perpetually there smile
made it easier to wake up
a little easier,
it made long, blue days
it made stupid boys
it made the open house
25 hours of the day,
were spent along your shadow
and now I’ve not seen you in 25