"shes very pretty" yourevery pretty, when youre there wishiwishiwish i was pretty, i wishiwish you could be
me
the postcards will come oneatatime, oneatatime, the pictures will upload and im living on thumbnails, looking through keyholes, scrabbling at windows, comebackcomeback he said dont go somewhere i cant follow you (iwishiwishiwish and the candles blew out on the birthday cake)
its been a year and a half since i saw him. and the last i remember was at the airport, when he dropped me off and not a word, not a word since forever i wonder what it is that makes people leave and never come back. picturepicture upupandawayupload isnt that wonderful? isnt she wonderful? because she can fly, she flies everywhere. what do you see here, what is it that you love, why do birds still come back every winter? and oh, the places you'll go, i can see them in you, im so hungry, so hungry, so hungry. whatever happens (not much, not a lot) and whatever goes (this that, nothing really) one day i will fly to the stars and you'll see them in my eyes, and i'll wear them on my back and i'll touch the ocean on the moon and you'll see it where it met my skin and you wont be there, you'll want me back, you'll wonder where ive gone, i can be there too, i can be there.

[ in passing. for a. ]

"Memory's images, once they are fixed in words, are erased," Polo said. "Perhaps I am afraid of losing Venice all at once, if I speak of it. Or perhaps, speaking of other cities, I have already lost it, little by little."

~ Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

"Comparative Politics down 20!"
"Ok, hold it.. keep waiting.. how we doing on Macro?"
"Still 59.."
"Ah, shit. What have we got so far?"
"IPE, History of Decol, Humanitarian and French."
"French?! Who the hell wants French?"
"But.. it was empty!"
"..alright, whatever. When Comparative Politics hits 10, drop French."
"Macro up 72!"
"What?! Damn those freshies!!"
"Comparative down 12! Should i drop?"
"Ok, er... ah.. ok, drop, drop!! Apply for Macro before it shoots up!"
"Section 2 of Macro down 60!"
"Brilliant! Who and when?"
"Burki, 8.30, Tuesday Thursday."
"Burki? Argh... alright, whatever, just apply.. Add Comparative as backup!"
"You're over the unit limit!"
"What?? Thats not possible..."
"Hold it! Time clash!"
"Shit!! With what?"
"Macro and French!"
"I'm not taking French!! Why does it want me to take French?!"
"Ok, hang on.. French dropped, Macro up 65.."
"Get a move on!"
"Wait.. hang on.. why is this..."
"What??"
"Course Reg not responding."
"Nooooooooo..."

- a day in the life.

you cant keep a bit of the sky for days when it rains. wouldn't it have been great, then, to have had a tiny slice of bright blue, a sliver of sunshine, maybe? but then you'd want the leaves, and the way the light glows off their back. and then i'd want the ocean when its cool and dark and still and not roaring, tearing off great hunks of sky and swallowing them like a mad hungry monster.
fish season, vegetable season, flower season, mango season, monsoon season. mosquito season, moth season. the month where the heat seeps into your skin and lungs and the week where the mornings are shrouded in cool mist. november 11th, the perfect day to go to the beach. two days in february, when spring will arrive. one day in june, when it will rain just for the lovers who stay up all night, watching the sky rip and tear and descend around them, who will remember the way it tastes in her hair, at his throat, on their lips. the season of the hatchlings, the season of pink sunsets, the times when all the children come home, dropping like bright ragged leaves from planes, trains, parachutes. the season when the birds fly back to distant lands, refuel at Haleji Lake en route from Siberia to East Africa. wouldn't it be wonderful to fly, like birds do? can they see the sky even when it rains?

i'd live with you
in a heart beat, in an
instant;
just tell me
when
and where.

he said, her hands clutched at his hair and her nose and mouth crushed into his throat. im running out of words, meri jaan, im running out of words.