In love on South Congress - Austin, TX - April 2011
it’s okay because there are always love poems to read, always other worlds to be in, loving them from far away, living in them close by. this is about how we get lost in the words that we wish were ours, this is about the songs that set the mood for something other than right now. this is how you drown out the noise. this is how i turn the space between you and me into art. this is not a metaphor for you, this is a metaphor for a poor excuse.
my roommates’ dog is just the most adorable thing. for starters, she is pudgy beagle. often times, my roommates (who are a couple) spend time in their room with the door closed, their dog is in there as well, but then she scratches their door, hinting she wants to be let out. she doesn’t have any particular reason to want to be out here in the common area except to roam, and my roommate tilts his head and says, “huh, i thought you wanted to go to the bathroom. silly dog just wants to hang out here.” moments pass, and she is scratching at their door from the outside wanting to go back in. she’s so emotional, so alive with so many wants. it gives me enormously fuzzy feelings because she is so human.
i love that libraries are both the most ancient and modern places