Oh, really?

Excuse me, I must go back to my room now, where I'll attempt to kill myself with words.

Why can I not remember?

Chinese food=bad

i will not eat fast chinese food again
i will not eat fast chinese food again
i will not eat fast chinese food again
i will not leave campus to eat at that chinese fast food drive thru restaurant again...

...at least not until i have forgotten again.

I never noticed.

In "The Overcoat" by Nikolai Gogol, the protagonist dies a horrible death.

In "A Modest Proposal" by Jonathan Swift, the narrator proposes eating babies (well, sarcastically anyway).

In "Two Friends" by Guy de Maupassant, the two friends are killed after a fishing trip.

In Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom, Morrie dies of ALS.

In my class today, the kids remarked on the dark nature of my reading choices.

"Miss M, can we EVER read something that doesn't have a sad ending? Maybe one where the main character DOESN'T die?"

:~)

Cricket Song

Ripples move in circles
away from the edge
of humanity's home.
Dark and light, LED, make
the shadow of the
human form I inhabit.
Children, mufflers disturb
the silence of an evening's
delightful solitude.
Chains on the pet limit
its freedom and
pollute the aura.
All this and yet he sings.

The cricket song
fills the spaces
all else tried to
fill. It fills the
air with a reminder
of their existence.
"Hey, I am here! You
will listen! I exist,
I'm smaller than you,
but oh so more tender
and true! I sing my
lover a lullaby. I treat
the world to a tune.
I fill your evenings
with music."

I hear it.
I hear the cricket song.
I dance to it.
I enjoy it.
I embrace it.

There's something about it.
Something morally wrong with it.
Something reprehensible and treacherous about it.
Something that makes me want to scream out loud.
Why burn daylight?
Hang the notion
burn it at the stake
Beat it senseless.
Just don't burn daylight.
Don't you dare.

******

I bet the grass is warm now.
I bet if I lie down on
on the grass by the river I
could feel the Earth's warmth
and hear the
lull of its beating waves.

******

7:32
The River really
was what I needed.

The goosebumps all
over my body tell me so.

The breeze,
the smell
the music
the crickets
the hush of cars
the fish leaping
the water lapping
they all tell me so.

***