Thursday, October 28, 2010

Pea yard, junk selling, Literature new. Ferlinghetti.

Ha my computer blew up. The flames flew high, caressing the ceiling, tickling my nose. I tried to pry into it and save a screw or two, you know, something to remember it by, but the firemen stopped men. Dragon breathing. Since my town doesn't have a courthouse anymore, the lawyers are trying to figure out the best way to sue me for damages. I told em my dad was a lawyer for a prestigious firm and they backed away holding their hands out, open palmed, sweat appearing out of no where, stains casting their shadows on the fuckin peayard's pants. My dad isn't a lawyer, he's a junk man. I'm taking over the family business. Junk for sale! When they came, those men in the white junpsuits, I told em, hell I told em good. Junk for sale! Get it while it's hot. Then the junk, which makes up my house, collapsed and I was the only one to get hurt. I'm writing this from a coma. Junk.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Gloria


“Yea, I’m a government girl, there’s no question about it” Gloria said as she searched my feet and inspected my torso.

I, a man of 20 years, gazed upon her poverty with utter fascination. Her world of babble and confusion was so utterly different, yet never pretended to be inaccessible to me. I looked her in the eyes and said

“Oh?”

My face was void of emotion not because I’m particularly skilled in veiling my emotions—although that I am—but because I had none.

“Have you ever heard of Carnival Inc?” Gloria asked as she stared once again at my “cool shoes.”

“I have not,” I mentioned, one tone, tilted head, would appreciate tad elucidation.

“They provide work for the disabled and the mentally ill. I make minimum wage. I’m insane. I tried to go to college 8 different times. Are you a Cornell student?”

“I am,” I admitted.

“I was once interested in plants and plant science they have a good program there I used to want to go there but I couldn’t do it,” Gloria said, finally meeting my eyes.

The bus pulled up and I asked her name, she said Gloria. She asked mine and I said Francis.

“That’s a really nice name,” she said, mesmerized.

“It was good to meet you,” I said.

I think I walked by Gloria today on campus. I met her in the commons yesterday.