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Friday, June 13
the way things change as time takes it's toll. fifty cents in maine, a buck seventy five somewhere in or past or near conneticut too early in the morning to remember exactly where. it's heartbreaking and reassuring all at once, knowing the same tolls will be in the same places that they were when i was friends with maranda and they'll be in the same places when i'm married, and when i'm sixty eight. but i haven't been on a random road trip since january. i haven't gotten lost on backroads and route nine in peabody since before my birthday. but if i blink slowly i can see the rain-covered, headlight-illuminated interstate sign leading to nyc, and howie walking to the arena with guitar case in hand, and the light covered star near the cemetary in boston.
Maria 10:15:00 AM
Wednesday, June 11
a beginning scrap
i wonder if i've ever met
an astronaut without knowing
it and i got back late last
night and you wouldn't hold my hand.
Giorgie 11:16:00 AM
Tuesday, June 10
i.
was driving home from having dropped liz off at home after graduation. listening to whsn. and green day's "good riddance" came on, and.
i.
lost it on essex st. almost had to pull over out of fear that.
i.
wouldn't be able to see out of tear-clouded eyes and would careen into the other lane, the other cars in the other lane.
i.
went home and cried for a while, then went and got dinner and drove til it got dark.
i.
never asked for anyone to understand why you mattered so much. but yesterday.
i.
needed someone to understand, but the only person who did was.
you.
Maria 12:43:00 PM
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