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Long Division
It’s hard to see your way out
When you live in a house, in a house
Cause you don’t realize
That the windows were open the whole time.
When you live in a house, in a house
Cause you don’t realize
That the windows were open the whole time.
The longer you think, the less you know what to do.
Someday Soon
Wind will blow and the sun will shine
On that hill where we used to climb
I look in your eyes and you’ll be mine
Someday soon.
I won’t even make a scene
It will be just like a dream
Cash is gonna flow down by the old mainstream
Someday soon.
You don’t know me, but I know you
You have no idea what I do
Make you mine and see you swoon
Someday soon.
Sun’s gonna shine, wind’s gonna blow
On the hill where we used to go
I look in your eyes and down I will roll
Someday soon.
Someday, someday soon
Someday, someday soon.
I should be much too smart for this
You know it gets the better of me
Sometimes
Relax
You are enough
You have enough
You do enough.
Here I am, here.
Belongings, unpacked (for the most part)
Got a job, check
Perused the Restore, check
Coffee date with imaginary boyfriend, CHECK (or are you real?)
Laptop, busted (how will I live?)
Bought a new book, immediately inhaled 40 pages,
Worked for Dad,
CRUISED ON NEW BIKE (!)
(Catching breath after last one)
Enjoyed home-cooked meals,
Found a friend,
Still looking for another,
Awaiting a lake adventure,
Glad to be back.
Everything is going to be okay.
No more.
You don’t pull my strings.
Ramble.
Fall into place
Fall into place
Fall into place
Fall into place
Fall into place
Fall into place
Fall into place
Fall into place
Fall into place
Fall into place
Fall into place
Fall into place
Please.
I can’t study anymore…which is odd, because I really haven’t studied at all. Tomorrow is the last day of summer school. I have already put half of the summer behind me, though it feels as if it hasn’t even started. I wish I could redo it all…
Things have been on the up-and-down here. Today was my last day of work (sad). It really stinks to say goodbye for a month or so; then again, I’ll be back. Tomorrow I make my way to Minot for the remainder of the summer. It’s bittersweet. I have no idea what I’m going to do with myself, and am really hoping to find work (fingers crossed).
My laptop crapped out on me tonight. I want to cry.
And lastly,
where are you?
Mongols
“Do you know someone from Mongolia?”
“No, sir, I don’t.”
“Then how did you get this job?”
“I…guess I know someone from Mongolia.”
It Could Be Worse (It Could Always Be Worse)
Dear Mom,
It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m writing this to you. I had to elope with my new boyfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with you and Dad. I’ve been finding real passion with “Spike” and he is so nice, even with all his piercings, tattoos, and tight motorcycle clothes. But it’s not only the passion, Mom. I’m having his children and we’re going to be very happy.
Even though you probably won’t care for him, as he is so much older than me, he owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood big enough for the whole winter. He wants to have many more children with me, and that’s one of my dreams now, too. Spike taught me that marijuana really doesn’t hurt anyone and we’ll be growing it for us and to trade with his friends for all the illegal substances we want. In the meantime, we’ll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Spike can get better. He sure deserves it!
Don’t worry, Mom. I’m 20 years old now, and I know how to take care of myself. Someday, I’m sure we’ll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.
Your daughter,
jenny
P.S. – Mom, none of the above is true. I’m in Moorhead. i just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than me moving back home. I love you! Please call me when it’s safe for me to come back.
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