for georgia

on which i am terribly dependent

Moments after I loaded myself in to my friend's car, I realized that I left my Ipod in my room. I thought, “Oh well, I guess I could live without it for a day.” Clearly, it was too early for my brain to make good judgments. Hour three has come and I feel as limp and empty as a shucked banana peel. Slowly decaying, life diffusing out of me. Dramatic exaggerations you might say, but have you heard the cacophony of a college town? It’s abysmal--a dystopia filled with Jeff’s explanation of his economic graphs, Susan’s lamentation over her lost phone, the bus driver’s “humorous” side, printer whirs, raincoat shuffles, incessant clicking. Oh to feel the warm electricity of my Sony headphones nuzzling my ears!

Regina’s jumpy, staccato riffs, I miss you! Nina Simone’s weary warble, I miss you! And Sufjan’s melancholy falsetto, I miss you most of all.

i lick one and hug the other.

I love my friend Christina. I love ice cream. I secretly love that boy with the blue cap.