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Saturday, September 21
or slami. that'd be fun.
"i'll have a slami sandwich on rye. word."
Maria 11:49:00 AM
kissing is sloppy when you don't know how.
Maria 2:54:00 AM
Friday, September 20
that was a whole buncha writin
salami could be pronounced "see-lami" and written as c-lami to make it more hip...i like this type of thing.
pattie isn't serious.
Anonymous 10:36:00 PM
Thursday, September 19
BENEATH THE SHADOW OF THE FREEWAY
by lorna dee cervantes
1
Across the street—the freeway,
blind worm, wrapping the valley up
from Los Altos to Sal Si Puedes.
I watched it from my porch
unwinding. Every day at dusk
as Grandma watered geraniums
the shadow of the freeway lengthened.
2
We were a woman family:
Grandma, our innocent Queen;
Mama, the Swift Knight, Fearless Warrior.
Mama wanted to be Princess instead.
I know that. Even now she dreams of taffeta
and foot-high tiaras,
Myself: I could never decide.
So I turned to books, those staunch, upright men.
I became Scribe: Translator of Foreign Mail,
interpreting letters from the government, notices
of dissolved marriages and Welfare stipulations.
I paid the bills, did light man-work, fixed faucets,
insured everything
against all leaks.
3
Before rain I notice seagulls.
They walk in flocks,
cautious across lawns: splayed toes,
indecisive beaks. Grandma says
seagulls mean storm.
In California in the summer,
mockingbirds sing all night.
Grandma says they are singing for their nesting wives.
"They don't leave their families
borrachando."
She likes the ways of birds,
respects how they show themselves
for toast and a whistle.
She believes in myths and birds.
She trusts only what she builds
with her own hands.
4
She built her house,
cocky, disheveled carpentry,
after living twenty-five years
with a man who tried to kill her.
Grandma, from the hills of Santa Barbara,
I would open my eyes to see her stir mush
in the morning, her hair in loose braids,
tucked close around her head
with a yellow scarf.
Mama said, "It's her own fault,
getting screwed by a man for that long.
Sure as shit wasn't hard."
soft she was soft
5
in the night I would hear it
glass bottles shattering the street
words cracked into shrill screams
inside my throat a cold fear
as it entered the house in hard
unsteady steps stopping at my door
my name bathrobe slippers
outside a 3 a.m. mist heavy
as a breath full of whiskey
stop it go home come inside
mama if he comes here again
I'll call the police
inside
a gray kitten a touchstone
purring beneath the quilts
grandma stitched
from his suits
the patchwork singing
of mockingbirds
6
"You're too soft . . . always were.
You'll get nothing but shit.
Baby, don't count on nobody."
Giorgie 9:02:00 PM
i am barely breathing.
Maria 2:54:00 PM
Tuesday, September 17
that's like me saying prom like p-rom.
but let's not go there.
gummie bears, bouncing here and there and everywhere. i like whsn because the djs are hawt.
Maria 7:11:00 PM
i happen to like it when things happen.
you guys all probably thought of this long ago, but i think it's funny when i say b-log, pronounced "bee-log" because it sound neat. man i feel like a dork.
GROAR!!!
he heee ho , ha ahaaahhaaaaa...he ....hrmm...ho...hehnnnnn...*sigh*...
that was amusing in all kinds of ways.
i like it when i don't like doing it or stuff...this is wierd for me...i feel scared...is something wrong with me!? please!! i need your input!!!!!
maybe not...oh well.
time to be less hungry.zsadf
Anonymous 3:31:00 PM
Monday, September 16
ooo! what was your 8x10 of?? i wanna see it. i wish i had photo with everybody else.
i've never made an 8x10. it seems scary. hee.
Giorgie 11:09:00 PM
i can't focus when it rains. i can't focus when it's hot. i can't focus when boys like me. i can't focus when i like boys. i can't focus when i'm trying to end a friendship because it's been too stupid for too long. i can't focus when i'm supposed to be studying. i can't focus ever.
i wish i was a camera.
Maria 10:59:00 PM
Sunday, September 15
man man man man.
i dunno. it's raining. i said i would go out and now i feel like staying in and making tea.
i had this dream two nights ago that i was shopping for clothes and the store clerk told me i could just take the clothes without paying and i did and then i got arrested and nobody believed i was innocent! and then mr. noorwood was outside of my jail cell and saying, "there there, it's okay" and i was like "NO ITS NOT OKAY!!! IM IN JAIL!!!" and then i woke up.
Giorgie 11:56:00 AM
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