Words

Crap written by Sabs

[sabswrites-blog]

I figured I would be nothing / nobody / wandering deserts /and foggy alleys / aimless / and dreaming But you won't let me

[sabraedanielle-blog]

I’m so happy in my little corner. The next half hour will be quiet, cool, fragrant with freshly cut grass and just-brewed coffee.

I won’t think about mother or father or money or the mile-long to do’s; there will be no grief over world events or unrequited love. There will be no fretting about the mascara pooling above cheekbones or hair standing up. My toes are warm, my hands are warm; my head still under sleeps spell.

I am so happy in my little corner.

[sabswrites-blog]

I forget what I look like. I wake up most mornings searching for self in the strength of the sun, the direction of the wind, the pitch of bird songs. I look for self in the amount of red settled, remaining, in last nights bedtime glass. I look for self in the man next to me, still sleep, hair curling and coiling, kissing black lashes. I look for self in a mug of mud, with a spoonful of agave, and burnt toast. I find self in a mirror, every morning: a self fussy and dissatisfied and craving all the selves she meets in dreams and drunken stupors and caffeinated trances.

[sabswrites-blog]

solitude on Tuesdays / devouring French toast / being fussy over vegetarian sausage hat pulled low / stories of nuns and boxers and drunks and junkies / avoiding eye contact Fresh sunflowers / creating lists to remember the moments