Wednesday, February 17

the way i'll miss you

I want to erase your footprints
from my walls. Each pillow
is thick with your reasons. Omens 

fill the sidewalk below my window: a woman
in a party hat, clinging
to a tin-foil balloon. Shadows 

creep slowly across the tar, someone yells, "Stop!"
and I close my eyes. I can't watch 

as this town slowly empties, leaving me
strung between bon-voyages, like so many clothes
on a line, the white handkerchief 

stuck in my throat. You know the way Jesus 

rips open his shirt
to show us his heart, all flaming and thorny,
the way he points to it. I'm afraid 

the way I'll miss you will be this obvious. 

I have a friend who everyone warns me
is dangerous, he hides
bloody images of Jesus
around my house, for me to find 

when I come home; Jesus
behind the cupboard door, Jesus tucked 

into the mirror. He wants to save me
but we disagree from what. My version of hell
is someone ripping open his shirt 

and saying, Look what I did for you. . . 

—Nick Flynn, "Emptying Town"

oohh i love this poem. especially the part in bold. because really, it's nice to have known someone worth missing

i'm so happy the olympics are on because 1. i love the olympics and 2. it gives me something to do, seeing as i gave up facebook for lent and suddenly have a lot of free time on my hands (and i've only been facebookless for 24 hours. i feel so freee)

im also happy shaun white won the gold. i didn't wanna jump on his bandwagon but WHO CARES I CALL WAGON SHOTGUN he is SO talented. and cute.

i reallyreally want this coat!

it'd go nicely with the green aviators i bought today with all my free time and bundles of money