One time, freshman year, I was all worn out and I was lying in my bed, drifting in and out of sleep in the sunshine, and I had Radio Cure by Wilco running very quietly in the background, the whirring guitar lulling me into its drone, and then rousing me with Tweedy’s plea, shivering and [...]
I should warn you
When I’m not well
I can’t tell
Oh, there’s nothing I can do
To make this easier for you
You’re gonna need to be patient with me
I’m this apple, this happening stone
When I’m alone
Oh, but my blessings get so blurred
At the sound of your words
I’m gonna need you to be patient with me
How can I warn [...]
1. Where is your cell phone?
In my bag
2. Your Boyfriend/girlfriend?
Where is he, you mean? I have no idea. I’m still looking for him.
3. Your hair?
Where is my hair? On my head?
5. Where is Your father?
Asleep, next to my mother.
6. Your favorite thing?
Where is my favorite thing? These sentence fragments posed as questions make me angsty. [...]
