a: it is a sunny and hot afternoon. i'm on the swingset, someone is making fun of me again. it is jimmy. he is calling me "beef." but i am not fat. so i will not play kickball because if i do he will throw the ball at me really violently, like i remind him of something he really hates or something, and i don't know why. i am uncertain if i care, because somewhere inside of me, I know that i will be famous and brilliant when i grow up. so i am on the swings. i don't like playing kickball anyway. there is a lump in my throat because of jimmy, but it passes soon enough and i feel good. i do not expect positive reinforcement from boys anyway.
b: what else do you feel?
a: the sun and the smell of dirt, sand and sweat, kid's sweat, a girl's sweat, it is not stinky.
b: what do you see?
a: i can see the green roof of the school because the swings go so high. and the red brown glow of my hair flying in front of me as i swing backwards. it's long. i like my hair. i see my pink and white kangaroo sneakers. and there is a friend there, next to me, swinging. so i look over and smile at her. she must be one of the jennys. the swinging makes a nice breeze and i do this until the bell rings.
b: i will now count backwards from ten and you will be back at your desk.
a: ok.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
psychic phenomena
a: look at that man with the flowered bag!
b: oh my god! where? where is a man carrying a feminine-looking handbag?
a: right there, in front of us. and there is a piece of paper attached to the bag. why?
b: i bet it says, "this is not my bag," for he is embarrassed.
a: as he should be!
b: holy crap! the piece of paper (8.5 x 11, white) taped to the bag says "this is not mine."
a: you totally knew that!
b: my mother was also psychic. but she blocked it out because it was too painful for her to know the future.
a: to know the truth.
b: i think i need to put up more psychic boundaries. i am overwhelmed. i almost feel like i created that note to happen. can you buy me a drink? i really need one. sheesh!
a: like all gifted people, you are both blessed and cursed with your gift. and i will support you.
b: you are good.
b: oh my god! where? where is a man carrying a feminine-looking handbag?
a: right there, in front of us. and there is a piece of paper attached to the bag. why?
b: i bet it says, "this is not my bag," for he is embarrassed.
a: as he should be!
b: holy crap! the piece of paper (8.5 x 11, white) taped to the bag says "this is not mine."
a: you totally knew that!
b: my mother was also psychic. but she blocked it out because it was too painful for her to know the future.
a: to know the truth.
b: i think i need to put up more psychic boundaries. i am overwhelmed. i almost feel like i created that note to happen. can you buy me a drink? i really need one. sheesh!
a: like all gifted people, you are both blessed and cursed with your gift. and i will support you.
b: you are good.
Thursday, May 03, 2007
the rape of the goose
a: there was a controversy at the duck pond today.
b: tell me more.
a: a goose-woman was possibly raped.
A sudden blow:
The great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in the bill...
b: this is most likely untrue.
a: everyone in the park stopped and stared at these two fighting geese. everyone thought that one lady goose was being brutally victimized by a tougher, bully goose. unfortunately we, the public, not knowing of the mating rituals of water fowl, attempted intervention. The male goose appeared to be drowning the other, biting her feathers out, beating her sides with his large wing, and strangling her with his beak. this seemed bad.
b: have you not heard of the pleasures of asphyxiation?
a: no, what's that? anyway all the women in the park came running yelling "oh my gawd!!!", and some men in suits yelling "stop him!!!" and the ladies were knocking away the goose with their handbags and the men were kicking him with their fancy shoes.
b: was there any voice of reason present?
a: yes. across the pond, the people were yelling, "what are you doing????? stop it!!" at us. not the geese.
b: it is interesting that the two factions were magically separated by water.
a: it would be funny if one of those people came over and whacked one of us with a purse.
b: yes. and what were you doing this whole time?
a: i was right up in the action, laughing. but i didn't have a purse. a few times i stuck my toe in the fight but i was very tentative about it. i did feel gleeful. previously to this i was sitting on the ground musing at the whimsy and beauty of the water fowl. now a male goose was being brutally beaten by business persons.
b: hmmmmmm...
a: even as i walked back to work after this episode i felt very happy still. i thought "life is good." this has been a good day, and it will continue to be. the sun is beautiful.
b: you are a sick, goose-sociopath, full of schadenfreude.
a: huh?
b: by the way, that poem, its about a swan raping a human girl, stupid.
a: yeah but it's sorta related.
b: true. true.
b: tell me more.
a: a goose-woman was possibly raped.
A sudden blow:
The great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in the bill...
b: this is most likely untrue.
a: everyone in the park stopped and stared at these two fighting geese. everyone thought that one lady goose was being brutally victimized by a tougher, bully goose. unfortunately we, the public, not knowing of the mating rituals of water fowl, attempted intervention. The male goose appeared to be drowning the other, biting her feathers out, beating her sides with his large wing, and strangling her with his beak. this seemed bad.
b: have you not heard of the pleasures of asphyxiation?
a: no, what's that? anyway all the women in the park came running yelling "oh my gawd!!!", and some men in suits yelling "stop him!!!" and the ladies were knocking away the goose with their handbags and the men were kicking him with their fancy shoes.
b: was there any voice of reason present?
a: yes. across the pond, the people were yelling, "what are you doing????? stop it!!" at us. not the geese.
b: it is interesting that the two factions were magically separated by water.
a: it would be funny if one of those people came over and whacked one of us with a purse.
b: yes. and what were you doing this whole time?
a: i was right up in the action, laughing. but i didn't have a purse. a few times i stuck my toe in the fight but i was very tentative about it. i did feel gleeful. previously to this i was sitting on the ground musing at the whimsy and beauty of the water fowl. now a male goose was being brutally beaten by business persons.
b: hmmmmmm...
a: even as i walked back to work after this episode i felt very happy still. i thought "life is good." this has been a good day, and it will continue to be. the sun is beautiful.
b: you are a sick, goose-sociopath, full of schadenfreude.
a: huh?
b: by the way, that poem, its about a swan raping a human girl, stupid.
a: yeah but it's sorta related.
b: true. true.
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