Poems, prose-poems, barely-narrative fiction, and Warholian graphics by one lonely procrastinator
 
significant events
real or imaginary
April 10, 2007 – Virgo: Today can be quite stressful as your key planet Mercury activates old memories, some of which may be painful, but you are ready to confront your fears nonetheless. Meanwhile, the Capricorn Moon reinforces your practical side and encourages you to withhold your emotions. Find a middle path between your impulsive thoughts and your conservative feelings, so you don't become a victim of your own negativity.

This is the room I lived in for two semesters, one with Liz, she dropped out and last I heard she was a model for a brand-new nightclub in Houston called Dangerous Women; her Danger was that she wore orange and held a fake chainsaw. The second semester she moved across the hall to live with Marcy and I lived alone with the grubby baby blue walls. The paint on those cinderblocks reminded me of the pastel icing on animal cookies. Spring of my Freshman year.
The door opens and the hall is dim and by contrast it feels like the double with both empty beds pushed together contained the sun and now the door closes and locks it away and I walk down the hallway of doors and there were at least two names behind each door that I’ve either forgotten or been unable to remember, and the stairwell echo and airflow, now we’re outside.
It’s spring again now but the following winter we half-assed an engagement, called it off, got re-engaged, stopped talking about it, I forgot about it, until the following winter, that’s two winters after the room with the sun in it, I spent an hour or so leaning against the glass of a phone booth until my calling card ran out and afterwards heard from him about once every six months. When I flew home for Christmas my sister told me about the few days after I left. He’d been there, told my dad he was going to buy me a ring, then suddenly stopped coming by for dinner. I wasn’t in Oberlin at all that year.
But that first winter, that would be sophomore year, I didn’t know all this yet and so the words “get married” filled my head with blue and white lace and after we said goodnight, goodbye, and hung up I walked outside and this is the spot, in front of the library, the moment it started to snow and was buoyed up on a sea of everything I didn’t know yet and even the bad ending wasn’t enough to keep me from loving the snow always afterwards.
april 2007, oberlin.