My bones jolt backwards. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m lying in the ocean singing your song.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d The ground seems wet, too hard for rain, disappeared. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d My other foot lurches behind the other, legs rigid, now back is against ground. I hear the crunch of my computer\u00e2\u20ac\u201dmight\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve just been my pride\u00e2\u20ac\u201dand the stars and snow shine overhead: dark paradise.<\/p>\n
Her foot seems to quiver. Up 7 inches higher than any really intended, her feline tendencies begin to fail her. Tail as tool swishes between her limbs and the ground begins to quake as faces make an \u00e2\u20ac\u0153O\u00e2\u20ac\u009d and before long she is in ruins. Ankles in angles skin turns green-blue.<\/p>\n
The stars still shine, people still pass by. She still sings. Phone case broken and computer maybe dented more. More. Moar. Moore. Clothes not ripped skin not\u00e2\u20ac\u201dtoo\u00e2\u20ac\u201dbruised. Someone lent her a hand and she seems to wobble like those newborn deer before they were trapped in appropriated film for kids to laugh at. No one laughs, they lend a hand or a look\u00e2\u20ac\u201dsometimes that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s all you need.<\/p>\n
Ice sheets the pavement like butter on a cookie sheet\u00e2\u20ac\u201dwhat is Paula Dean doing right now? Remember when she made that donut\u00e2\u20ac\u201dsausage patty\u00e2\u20ac\u201degg\u00e2\u20ac\u201dsandwich? What if, as she was beginning to put it in her mouth, the sausage fell out? Hit the floor? Would the cameras stop? Would the reel unreel?<\/p>\n
Needing things is a bit too strong. Liking things? Wanting things? People? Things seem so temporary, broken by pavement where people are less apt to crack. Crack like the limbs you think Bambi will but then doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t. Bruises fade and mine still isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t gone completely. Its like distant music that always stays distant because no one stops and the earth still moves.<\/p>\n
Blue-green like her eyes like the clouds mixed with trees when she resurrects her stance upwards 6 foot 4 inches from where she lay.<\/p>\n
A bright hell brought about by time still moving leafs still crunching and people still talking. One foot in front of the other and it won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t ever end.\u00c2\u00a0 \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re no good for me, baby, you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re no good for me.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Cement into dirt into espresso into awake. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Do you think we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll be in love forever?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d My eyes can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t close.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My bones jolt backwards. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m lying in the ocean singing your song.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d The ground seems wet, too hard for rain, disappeared. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d My other foot lurches behind the other, legs rigid, now back is against ground. I hear the crunch of my computer\u00e2\u20ac\u201dmight\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve just been my pride\u00e2\u20ac\u201dand the stars and snow shine overhead: dark paradise. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":68,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[240,237,234,235,238,241,239,236],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3192"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/68"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3192"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3192\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3194,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3192\/revisions\/3194"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3192"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3192"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3192"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}