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Week = Made.
I’VE BEEN BROWSING E.BAY for the past hour or two, looking for some new boots for fall/winter (see previous poem about boots falling apart). My boot-shopping “kick” (no pun intended) came after I made an afternoon jaunt to Savers and found the most gorgeous red leather boots for $10 — in all of their beautiful, leather size 6 GLORY.
“Look at THESE!” said the woman at the checkout. “Just a little bit of polish and these will be PERFECT!”
“I know,” I gushed. “They’re perfect.”
During my e.bay searches, one of the brands I am really keeping my eyes open for is Frye. They’ve been in the business since 1863 — that’s 145+ years of making gorgeous footwear, folks! Everything on e.bay is still out of my price range, and sadly, Frye boots are a little much for my little pocketbook. Sad, sad face.
“I wonder what brand of boot I purchased today at Savers?” I thought, after scrolling through the last page of Frye boot results.
And wouldn’t you know it, right there printed on the inside tag of my $10 Savers boots: FRYE. Etched into the leather? FRYE.
I literally turned to my sleeping roommate upon discovering this, and said “HOLY. SHIT.” And she’s sleeping, so she doesn’t care. I don’t even have anyone to share my excitement with, which is sad but — geezus! Frye boots!
So excited, doing a little dance in my chair right now.
Week = made.
(This does not mean I am no longer looking for boots…because I am. I always am.)
Love. Lots of it.
(Sidenote: What prompts someone to bring a pair of Frye’s to Savers? Certainly not for drug money…)
I cannot sleep.
Boots
Bare branches curling around wet pavement
Water glues leaves to the ground
High-collared jacket and a gust of wind
Turns a broken umbrella inside out.
Hair, tossed and sloshed
Boots leak as puddles touch deep ground
Hard and heavy, hard and heavy
Where’d I park? Where’d I park?
A long way off, sweetie — you’re a long way…
Street crossed and I skim the block
Boots, fail me don’t, please
On the other side and I contemplate
The merit of rain, of this day.
You made it — we made it
Nothing save your broken wedge
And watered, slippery black suede
So tarnished, so slick, so tired, so wet.
So tired, so wet.
There you are, crumpled
Sable pile on the kitchen floor, wheezing
Soaked in early November, destined for December…
To the shoe shop I’ll have you,
soon
tomorrow
today.
Without you, this season
simply
would not be the same.
Rundownnnn
So, I don’t have much time to write (strangely). It seems that I am always made up of time, that I have 24 hours in a day and nothing to fill them with but incessant babbling on here, etc. Not so.
Then one day I sat down to a computer, logged into Facebook and impulsively deactivated my account. It was AWESOME. I feel like a whole new…blogger. Addict. Whatever.
The best part about it is, I did it right at a time when I was destined a journey to Homework Mountain. Papers, research, photos, design, photos, papers, research — you name it and it’s in my 08-09 planner (okay, so only until the end of the semester.) I can’t believe I haven’t gone into panic mode yet, really.
I spent the day yesterday researching for an upcoming project I am doing in conjunction with a non-contemporary photographer. I don’t even know how this is possible, but apparently I am collaborating with a dead artist. When I ran across Robert Frank, I had to wish him dead for a moment because he is so. Freaking. Sweet. And I was hoping to collaborate with him. Fortunately he is alive and well. I am leaning toward Richard Avedon instead, who is very much cool in his own respect (and also dead).
I am off for coffee for now. Those three dollars for a Chai latte are always burning a hole in my pocket…
Love — and stress.
Jenny
Yes, Indeed.
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Wake Up
Undertaking the wake up
Day’s hardest fraction
Inundated in sleep, sheet-coated
Doze back, fade, come around
One part present, one absent, all mussed
Shower steaming, fuck it
Take the chance
Remember you’re here
Here, awake…awake?
Nicer, so much nicer in bed
Too late, day’s already began…
Rack of clothes dangling
Blurred colors, pick one
Any one, all of them
None of them, pick one
Malfunctioning garments, no shoes
Jeans, mucky jeans
Five to —
Too late, I’m screwed.
Goodnight.
Frankly.
I am on the verge.
One second I am wonderful, the next I am slipping. I have been having a really great semester and staying positive for the most part, but times like now, I want to sleep and dream, and not think of anything but dreams and sleep. I just need to escape.
I miss my family. I miss my best friends. I miss my house. I miss having someone.
I have been drowned in stressful routine. Of cleaning, of working, of cleaning more. Of holding back, and worrying, and beating myself up over little things. Of schoolwork, and of trying to please everyone. Of wondering what people think of the efforts I am putting forth. Of putting in so much, and in return, receiving what seems to be so little.
When you slip, you don’t care what you have. You care what you’ve lost, and what’s missing from your life. Never mind that I am surrounded by fortune and benevolence — that’s all wonderful, but right now I feel incomplete.
I just need…a hug.
Halloweenie
Tonight was good…
Tonight was very good!
xo
roo
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