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Wednesday, November 24
Summer before you were beaten to death by a flashlight.
The moon was a glass saucer of milk; I was all alone. I watched the sky, waiting for a bridge of magpies that would connect New Orleans to Memphis. Somewhere, people were petting each other to rap in a front seat; they were alone together. I was alone alone. Where were you, Leroy? In a sunless sunroom, no doubt. You were suppose to be here with me on a love seat, dying with me due to an overdosage of orange sherbert and of the fatal amount of moments we spent seated on love, laughing at the ignorance of human holes. They would never be filled with the bittersweet ice that would fill you and me. When you got here, I was going to wear the orange cloud costume, a combination of ruffles and rips, that I found in Grandma’s attic. I accidently forgot to take it home with me. It doesn’t matter because you didn’t show up, Leroy. You didn’t come to drown with me in artificial, tangerine-tinted spoonfuls of heaven. Spoonful by spoonful, spoon by spoon, under the sloshing surface tension of that big fat moon. I’m going to lie and say that all I wanted in the flowering heat of the Leroyless, love-seatless summer was sherbert. But the truth is I have decided never to forgive you for leaving me alone alone alone with no tangerine-tinted anything. Maybe it was the summer you wanted something real and I just wanted something. Or the instant you knew you didn’t want anything, I didn’t know what I wanted. Damn you, Leroy, I will see you some time. Some time when you think the sunroom is serene because there is not much sun, just when you have forgotten there ever was a milk bowl above my city, I will crawl through the window, the most brilliant orange you have ever seen.
morgiepoo thinks really deep thoughts @ 10:04 AM
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6 Comments:
i love the name leroy, and the fact that you used somethign from tori amos (orange cloud) i dont know if it was purposeful. but this is very good. you really remind me of tori. morgan, marry me?
you posted! hurrah hurrah! As always, I love it. I'm not sure why this is the summer before leroy was beaten to death with a flashlight, and I'm not sure why it isn't still summer. magpies are ever nice.
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morgan. this is fucking amazing. as i'm sure you know. i feel privileged to understand all your references (as usual)-- rap, magpies, your orange puffball outfit, leroy in general. i also love that you tied in brandon's Orange. this is really great and i'm so glad you've come back.
Thankyou, guys. The tori thing wasn't intentional. As of now, and as far as writing goes, the space I live in is just responses to other people's poetry, so I think if you want to get the full poem here, you should click on the link Alanna so dutifully put up. Thanks again.
Wow, this is fucking great.
You have given me a little glimpse of culture to brighten my redneck Humboldt existence.
I wanna have your babies.
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