Sunday, October 25, 2009

Quite the ride.

Quite the ride....isn't that what you called it?
I am trying to get off.
You, the operator just aren't letting me.
I am not buckled in and I am screaming.
You don't care.
The circles, it just keeps going.
Do you get off on the way it makes my stomach twist?
The up and down and up and down and down and down.
I lift my hands in the air, but only because I have given up.
As you did.
Hurry, take the picture, I want to see it at the bottom, when it ends.
I want to see just how scared and stupid I look.
I'll need a framed reminder, a souvenir.
Even if it will cost me too much.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Raining and Pouring

The weather was gray and storming, completely matching my face.
I had lost something I had been holding on to.
Well, more clinging to than holding on.
Deserving nothing more than a repeated email.
Copy, paste, send.
I felt like an idiot for not letting go the first time.
My bike got a flat tire, over a mile from home.
My face collided with a sign, nearly breaking my nose.
Frustrated, hopless, fucking angry.
When it rains, it really does pour.
Good thing it masks your crying.
I keep telling myself to let go, let go.
It is always followed by, we will never know, never ever know.