Ode to Trixie
“I don’t know. I just can’t handle it. I just stop, turn my feelings off; that’s it.”
(As she raises her hand in the air, as if her feelings were outside of her, coming into her, and she wanted them to stop. And turning her head so she doesn’t have to see them anymore, so she could pretend they weren’t even there, so she could pretend they were some lame ass drunk college boy she was rejecting, and he would stumble away, and call her a bitch or a lesbian or something, but quiet, under his breath, so only his friends could hear, so no one would turn and look to see what was going on. Her feelings would never cause a scene.)
May 02, 2004
(As she raises her hand in the air, as if her feelings were outside of her, coming into her, and she wanted them to stop. And turning her head so she doesn’t have to see them anymore, so she could pretend they weren’t even there, so she could pretend they were some lame ass drunk college boy she was rejecting, and he would stumble away, and call her a bitch or a lesbian or something, but quiet, under his breath, so only his friends could hear, so no one would turn and look to see what was going on. Her feelings would never cause a scene.)
May 02, 2004
posted by deadwriter at 10:57 a.m.
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