sunrise chronicles

May 14, 2012

I didn’t think I’d be updating again this close to my last post, but I’ve seen the sun rise two days in a row. “Psh,” say all of you who go to bed at normal person o’clock, “This is nothing.”

Saturday morning I was watching Jill Hennessy’s fingers switch chords on her guitar while she talked about playing in the Toronto subway. “THANK YOU STEVE.” She says of her ex-beau who taught her to strum. I imagine we’d be good friends. Me pretending to play mandolin while she sang out all of her demons. I’d run out of bye-bye freak out medication and saw the sun peeking through my window. 5:45am. I climbed out onto my dad’s terrace, debating whether I should be a big girl, put on my bra and face the day; but I decided to curl up on the couch instead. 6:30am.

I was nerding out on Sunday, I turned down vodka in a homemade Orange Julius and punched my way through a cave in minecraft after learning some CCR songs on the ukulele. Andy and Kathryn drive me home and I think of walking down empty stretches of Barbur in the streetlight. 2am.

I can’t think of Gina Gershon without picturing her fingering Jennifer Tilly in Bound. She sat on a piano and seduced the crap out of Miguel Ferrer by telling him he had Bogart eyes. 4:00am. “Of course I should watch another episode!” I thought of the crescent moon outside the window. Half a cheshire cat telling me that I should GO TO BED. 4:30am. I don’t think I like Diana Krall’s version of Cry Me a River best. Bird played Koko, I thought of Salt PEANUTS, Salt PEANUTS. The sun stretched its arms through the window. My imaginary beau spoke to me, wrapping their arms around my chest and the half cheshire crescent moon smile disappeared before I could send it a proper farewell. 5:15am.

Do you ever find something right when you need it? Her lips formed around hums, embracing them with her warmth. She hits the floor with precision, hair spiraling outwards. It is organized chaos. 3:00am. I’m thinking about what to do tomorrow. I hope it’s not too warm. I think I’ll walk down the street and dream of a cold cup of coffee with the perfect amount of cream. 4:00pm.

You know, I never thought I’d say this but:

I really hope,

I’ll miss the sunrise today.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: