poem for Jessica

[threeplusfire]

death by tray of croissants
the coffee girl swings round the corner
fast and professional
black coffee and almonds for lunch
walking down the stairs
the stainless steel gleam
pastries in curled heaps
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Unable to complete my anthro labs today, driven out of my apartment by my sickly and increasingly strange roommate, I've spent the whole day at campus. Sat outside in the sun and ate a tangerine, drank coffee and ate almonds in Metro. Read the Chronicle, played cards, wondered what I should do.

It's so damn beautiful outside.

We are all starting to wonder about Karen, this weird change of behaviour. She's stopped going to class, retreating, speaking in this odd little girl voice all the time. Makes me wonder how much of her is real, and what is pretend, a front for all of us.

I go between being terribly concerned, and not caring at all. Speaking to her briefly, her incredible rudeness to me this morning when she damn well knew she was in the wrong was unbearable. She could have destroyed Melynda's laptop, but she has to pretend she can't be at fault. It's getting out of hand. I felt myself shake this morning, with the hard edge that rises in confrontational situations. It's bad whatever it is.

I want to go home, but I don't.

Comments

[todfox.livejournal.com]

I like the poem a lot! Is that for one of the barristas at Metro?

Sounds like Karen is having some very weird issues. I hope she keeps paying the rent.

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[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Yes, it's for Jessica. We both came around a corner when she was carrying a tray full of croissants and I squeaked. So later I told her I'd write a little poem and dedicate it to her.

I have my thoughts on what's going on with Karen. One can hope she keeps paying the rent on a place she hardly ever stays anymore. We shall see.