Wednesday, March 18, 2009
& what to do with these found hours?
It's not that I'm anxious so much as it is that there is just an inner need to find a new fruit. This picture is misleading. I am not eating a grapefruit right now, but I am drinking its juice. Always back to the juice. The juice taste good. I couldn't stop drinking the juice, but I also couldn't keep my swallowing up. Therefore. I choked. I survived. I am no longer choking. The other day, I ate a grapefruit. It felt good to have it flesh and guts all around my mouth. To see its peels piled on the plate like lost out lovers. Intimacy. You know what I mean? Today feels like intimacy. A day where the light is clear and clean and you want to lick it. The way it streams into windows, shines asphalt, reflects off of bikes. Today is a day where you want to hold another hand in yours. Have lips pressed again yours. Have someone touch you where you haven't been kissed or touched. Have all that inside stuff go electric. Today may not be these things, but it's the sort of day where a guy can drink grapefruit juice to the point of choking and then daydream of living a life other while walking aimlessly around the city alone.