I managed to both locate and dust off my old blog that I created and populated back in 2009. I was an undergrad at NYU and wrote some cringe-worthy missives. It'd be silly to delete them though; posterity reigns. Ten years later and I'm still lexically oriented, and heading to New Zealand for some unknown amount of time.
A few people asked me if I'd be documenting my trip in any virtual form and my answer has been a shrugging "no" thus far. But I'm socially porous and sway, so I'll take this stab at a new routine and see how much traction it gains. It's 3 days before I leave Portland and I want to kick this off by memorializing a handwritten poem I've hung on to for a few years. I'll recycle the paper and type it here:
Tooth Care
Thomas and I have been discussing
in a most heated way
The pros and cons of our flossing methods,
respectively
Right to left, top to bottom
middle to outside
before the brush, after, before + after
Disposable pick
length of string. Dial it back
waxen, flaxen, everlasting
What a time, if we could all
freely share our true flossophies
On the back of the page I wrote this poem. A different energy to be sure:
Entering closed
bound up, a taut hotel fitted sheet
foundation intact
passed all inspections
I guess I have to socialize
what does that mean again?
Every time I lock eyes with a definition,
the pieces shift
your gaze evades me
bite my lip
gnaw on my nail
dissociate
Thank you,
I trust you to
bring me back
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