meringue, a poem

when making the first pie i ever made in my life,

i marveled at my apparent gift

from god to separate yolk and mucus-- the sac

slipped right off, lonely membranes dangling.

what were they reaching for?

the lemon curd was gloppy and elastic--

too yellow, it was too yellow

and i accidentally put double the vanilla extract

but it smelled so fresh and young, unlike

apple pie, which died in 1950, and pumpkin

which grandma served hot on the mayflower.

pharaohs used mincemeat as pyramid mortar

and pecan emerged in the devonian period

but eve still would have been as curious

if it were a lemon tree instead.

premium, a poem

her fingers pressed black buttons all day

but they were made for basket-weaving

bone cigarettes were best for alpha conversation

after menthol melted the universal solvent

her breasts were only a handful each

but they were filled with lemon cream

don't wanna give you up, don't wanna let you down

It's becoming harder and harder to accept retirement of this blog after 100 posts. I'm up to 91 or so and looking back, I'm really proud of some of the thoughts I worked through on she attacks. I went to Germany on this blog. I was diagnosed with Behcet's on this blog. On Tumblr, art can be achieved with two clicks. Writing is optional. It's too easy. Reblogging sucks out originality -- it's like my catholic school art class when one creative girl drew a fantastic igloo made of marshmellows and the three girls at her art table somehow came up with that same idea for their Winter Wonderland pictures GODDAMNIT YOU BITCHES THAT WAS MY MARSHMELLOW IGLOO.

And so that's why I'm hesitant about Tumblr. Maybe I can straddle both blogs at once and celebrate retirement at 200 posts or something. Or maybe I could get a job. NOPE HAHAHA GRAD SCHOOL LOOPHOLE.

"I do!"

Jury Duty

Today I got SUMMONED. It's one month before grad school starts. If the trial is a a week long, I could totally do it! Right? Is that how this works? Unlike Liz Lemon, I've always wanted to do jury duty.. Gosh I hope the case is bloody, corrupt or somehow involves auto-erotic asphyxiation.

I went to Philadelphia this weekend

and it was dazzling
with good music
and good company
and easy travels
but i lost all my photographs
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and a tube of lip gloss

but on the bright side, the trolley to the train station came almost 40 minutes late at 5:03 and my train departure was 5:10 and the trolley went slowly through a stupid underground tunnel but sam knew where to get off (at 5:12) and he raced up the stairs while i pathetically dragged my bags behind him and we couldn't find the right gate but a nice girl told us (track nine!) out of the blue and i wanted to send her a gift basket in thanks.

i raced down the stairs and the train was already moving but a still-open door whizzed by and i ran after it, grabbed a metal bar and briskly whisked myself inside just as the glass door sighed shut.

i slammed against a wall and a little old lady waiting for the restroom said 'oh my! are you alright?' so i did a fist pump and happily bounced away.

The last days of Allegheny

I liked being around these people very much.

Alas

I think I'm too graphically inclined to keep this Blogger account when there are tumbles to tumble off in Tumblr land. Sad to say it, but this blog needs a retirement (and accompanying party, with cocktails for everyone). However, I never do anything half-assed and with 86 posts on "sheattacks," I couldn't possibly bail out with 100 on the horizon. I'll finish on good solid centurian number.

But until then, what has been happening? So far, the list below is half-fulfilled, happily. Most notably, loving harder and getting into graduate school: I was lucky to be granted a full ride to Newhouse at Syracuse University and pleasant admissions and monies to other wonderful schools. My parents are proud, I'm proud and feeling good like a cheesy Buble song.

The aformentioned blog retirement party was a joke, but absolutely influenced by an upcoming weekend I'll spend in Philly with an old flame and his talented writer friend, who is, in fact, throwing a blog retirement party. Maybe it's just our generation, but I am SO jumping on this bandwagon. Any excuse for drinks and bonhomie, ja?

Today I signed my lease on the graduate apartment. No way it, nor any apartment, could be as great as Xanadu was, but I have high hopes for some totally weird roommates. After Allegheny, normal people just piss me off.

Tumble with me, too.