It’s Spring Fling today - an all-day campus concert with some up-and-coming music acts. We’ll be out there, in the rain if we have to, we're determined and somewhat waterproof. We went out earlier, doing a scan for friends to find seats and place stuff to hold our spot.
What, up until now, have been notes of preparation for summer move-out, will become a symphony tomorrow - after my last final - I’ll be a sophomore then, I suppose.
Peter has to check an experiment he’s working on. He hugs me and heads out.
“He’s so hot,” Anna observes, “he makes me think about sex, and you know what - YES!”
“You can have him," I say, "he’s too tall - and besides - he’s friending-down, with me.” I admit.
“I like him,” Lisa says, “he doesn’t complain or disapprove of things.”
“He’s the modern man,” Anna says, dreamily.
“And he’s REALLY good at kissing games.” I confide, grinning like a creepy boy, to make them jealous. They all made various noises that piggybacked and incorporated into one coherent gagging sound.
When I was twelve
I had a pen pal.
Letters came back and forth months at a time.
I waited a long time for words from my Peep.
Not anymore. Now I have Facebook Pen Pals.
Their words come instantly.
Good words. Bad words. Kind words. Crazy words.
Like when I was 12, some I know very little about.
Just what they write.
Some were complete strangers until we started playing word games.
Others were long lost peers I never intended to keep in touch with again.
But I did.
They all have one thing in common.
They "friended" me.
Friending was not led by thought or reason of any kind
at first.
If they asked, I said yes.
At one time I had 1800 Facebook "friends"
But then I remembered.
Some people are mean.
They say mean things.
They write mean things.
I had to let them go.
I unfriended them.
In a few weeks, I unfriended over three hundred of them.
I am down to 1500 Facebook friends.
Because the others were just not enough like me
to keep.
Worse, their words made me sad.
They never stopped being mean.
The rest are pen pals.
I know little about them
but their words...
Like a reaccuring nightmare,
Pondering life from the armchair,
Abruptly submerged in distant memories,
Leaving a smile that could last for centeries,
What if's plauge like vultures on decaying remains,
Feeling as if I'M enranged,
Impossible to dimiss those memories with adapting triggers,
At this point be-friending the liquors,
Dreading as everything said was meant but with much unsaid,
Unfortunately words chose to fall on deaf ears,
Hopeful that no mis-understandings weren't sent,
But to any extent,
I loved you.
Four walls surround her being,
content she has become
What she considers life,
is how prisoners live to some
Still, she travels round,
in a world that she knows well
To her, this place is home,
to others.....a fairytale
She dances in the forest,
sleeps beneath the moon
Oft times she's swimming,
in a crystal clear lagoon
Be-friending beasts of nature,
they surround her without harm
This world is her safety,
a place so free and warm
Amongst the waterfalls
and butterflies you'll find,
This land of peace and joy,
exists within her mind
Down you upside hanging
By me danger dangling by
Bellybutton unsweatering
You sprite! Grin giggling
At me look laughing at
Legs in blue jean wrapping
You and tree branch playing
Just me girl game watching just
Wrists undressing, lil' tushy out peaking
On you keep swing-a-linging
For me song singing for
Finger gifts wind-dancing
By magic kisses you blowing
To me mush gushing to
Face o' yours flushing
You red from blood rushing
And me too blushing and
Feet maryjaned still on holding
To you boy-toying
After me trick scheming after
Hands stretch straight reaching
And you too much fun having
With me joke teasing, fooling with
Hair clean scenting the air swim-swishing
Around you and your Mom's calling
For me heart racing for
You and me to play without falling
For you too young for boy friending
For now me too young for dreaming for
Brown-eyed girl loving.