i think it is important to have a place. a compact, sweet, secret place where you can hunker down, wipe off your makeups, burrow your face in cloud pillows, take off your pants, and do tripods. remember tripods, from gym class? you balance on your head and rest your knees on your elbows? there is a reason they have kids do those. and that reason is: tripods make you look dorkalicious. (teachers love those little satisfactions, it seems to me.) so in my ficticious secret fort where i wear no pants and do elementary school gym exercises, i will also have: music, which i will play on a little sparkly ukelele (which i dont own, and wouldn't know the first thing about playing, even if i had one) and make up my own songs, and it doesn't matter if i sound good cause that is "so not the point". i will eat things dipped in chocolate and sip hot pink champagne. there will also be mini carrots and black olives, for health. i think my fort will be a gauzy velvety (impossible combination party of one?) purple tent. not spaz purple, cool purple. gold accents everywhere, kind of like aladdins lamp i guess? minus the arabian stuff. [not that i mind arabian stuff, it's just not in my vision.] i'll invite my friends over, and some strangers**, and my cat mosie, and we will laugh and try to throw cheeseballs into each others mouth. [we will have those huge sams club cannisters of cheeseballs. oh yes.] i think we should all have a place. if not purple and pants-less like mine, then just something that gives you a little Free.
see because all day long, we spend so much time talking like adults, and making rational decisions, and apologizing for moments when we let our real feelings glimmer out because we didn't catch it in time...and i start to feel all of those days caking themselves onto my face like an ugly extra layer, disguising me and making me ooooogly to encounter.
so i am going to go home today and build that purple velvet fort,
i guess?
**in this case, i will put my pants back on. [but really, pants are so constricting! i can't be the only one who thinks this.]
see because all day long, we spend so much time talking like adults, and making rational decisions, and apologizing for moments when we let our real feelings glimmer out because we didn't catch it in time...and i start to feel all of those days caking themselves onto my face like an ugly extra layer, disguising me and making me ooooogly to encounter.
so i am going to go home today and build that purple velvet fort,
i guess?
**in this case, i will put my pants back on. [but really, pants are so constricting! i can't be the only one who thinks this.]
1 comments:
I feel as though this fort will need a password - as all respectable forts do - and that the password should later inspire some form of creative genius.
I think you know where I'm going with this.
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