I can’t wait for spring semester.
ARH 141: Western Art to 1400 (M, W, F 10:20am-11:20am)
ENG 105: Critical Reading and Writing Req. (M, T, W, Th 12:40pm-1:30pm)
HUM 272: Foundations of Art and Religion (T, Th 2:20pm-3:35pm)
HUM 291: American Multicultural Ideas and Values (M, W, F 11:30am-12:20pm)
HUM 370: The Popular Arts (W 5:00pm-7:45pm)
HUM 373: Nature and Values (T, Th 9:35am-10:50am)
mm. I kind of feel like an icicle today. just waiting to drop, but so grateful to be appreciated.
it even smells like snow— that quiet, cold, snowy smell.
early-morning essays.
they always seem so much more inspired.
we stayed up for the sun to rise
clouds passing at the speed of night
orange light through 6 am rain, pink fog
forcing their way through morning blinds
i’m blind to the intricasies of these hours
ignoring a ten o’clock knock at the door
in bitter wind my eyes finally close
can’t last long enough.
i’m recycling your sunlight
holding it between my thumb and forefinger
letting it dangle as i walk
i’m filled with lavender sort-of restlessness
trembling with that morning—this morning
tumbling through the minutes in my marrow
untrusting of our place in tomorrow.
you on my right arm and straight through its bones—
smelling just like last november.
“Humanity I love you because you are perpetually putting the secret of life in your pants and forgetting its there and sitting down on it”
-e. e. cummings
And I am. I keep putting the wonders and intricacies of everything and everywhere and everyone I am at this very moment in my back pocket and forgetting that they’re even there, forgetting that I can pull them out at any time and remember why I love this life of mine so much.
Today’s been strange. Tommorrow might be stranger, but it will be better.
