the crime comes last of all

an exercise in blurring the truth.

Monday, January 30, 2006

we hear he is a whiz of a wiz, if ever a wiz there was.

She does not consider herself a fearful person. She's not scared of many things, in the typical sense. Snakes are kind of cool, she's totally okay with the sqashing and removal of any species of non-poisonous insect, and she's never seen what the fuss was about with mice or rats. Still, there is a fairly broad list that encompasses Hobbies That She Finds Vaguely Unsettling. Perhaps a more apt title would be, Hobbies That Are Okay Under Most Circumstances, But Provide Room For Enough Disturbing Speculation That She'd Just Rather Not, Please, And She'll Wait Here Until You're Done If That's Alright.

One of these hobbies is boating.

Sunday, January 08, 2006

i want, i want charles in charge of me.

She is at least proud of herself for her admirably restrained conduct this weekend. I wish I could quit you, with your pretty Metis eyes. (Oh, good grief.) If there were a kiss, it would be electric, from the sheer force of the waiting and the hours logged and times she's imagined that stomach, the curve of those breasts.

There's a postsecret, with writing that could be yours and drawings that mimic your hand. You know what? She wishes you were a lesbian, too.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

in vienna in a fugue state working on a thing

Asking questions to which you already know the answers, to prolong the conversation. To interact that five minutes more. To lean over in the theatre and whisper a joke to one another, to hear the quiet laugh in the darkness.

Rhett Miller - Our Love