i asked them to think about abstraction--they googled it
the emotional equivalent of a sneeze waiting to happen i think i once said life is a sneeze waiting to happen how i long to explode i don't think i'm allowed to use that metaphor as an arab although i'm about as arab as woody allen is jewish constantly uprooted. not running away, ripped away-- not complaining, explaining constantly shaking off the dirt constantly baptized, not in water, in different social bubbles-- truly immersed, out of my element, out of my head and i just want to take off my clothes and pretend love but sex always appears when i need it and not when i want it--like mary poppins i still play the at least game-- at least the sky is still blue, at least i still believe in magic, at least i can sing like i mean it-- at least i can laugh at the at least game, trace its origins to an old film about a precocious unbearably optimistic girl who loses her legs why doesn't anyone study loss? i think it's defined as being sad when something or someone you care about is gone it says grief but grief isn't loss i feel like loss is some sort of perverse feeling of personal responsibility over things and people and small pets disappearing control the situation responsibility and empowerment and loss defining the inexplicable nobody looks up those words anyway |