December 2007
20 posts
you are the warm sunlight, the cool breeze, the fresh air in my lungs. the autumn leaves, the calm waters, an empty page. a spectrum of color, a winding road, the blood in my veins. &sometimes, the only inspiration my heart still has to keep beating. you’re every beautiful song i wish was just a little longer. i wish we’d had a little longer. life in the swamp land is no fun...
sparks
“I think the reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and always will be. Maybe we have lived a thousand lives before this one, and in each of them, we have found each other.”
dear bambi. ima miss you honey. love huckleberry.
wonderland.
Deer Huckleberry, lets back cupcakes with vanilla icing and love letters written with sugar glitter. Do you believe in deer ghosts, and bears and bones and boys with sugar caught in their teeth? tonight we have it all to ourselves huckleberry. we can pretend we have a fireplace and cook smores and tell bedtime stories. i dont want to leave you huckleberry. who am i going to tell my secrets to...
daffodils are my favorite flower. you are my favorite love. you’re all i want. i hate being without you and the telephone voice never translates right. i need you to stay sane. im sorry im not so poetic this time. i love you. i’m sorry for all the times i don’t tell you enough. love huckleberry
huckleberry:
“i wanted to love you until my lungs collapsed but you opened my mouth, looked down my throat, and “your lungs are too pink” Loving like suffocation Loving like your-love-is-all-I’ve-got Loving like never-looking-back (pillars of salt) Loving like pencil-thin-eyebrows Loving like ripping newspapers Loving like flower umbrellas inside the house Loving like post-marks and...
dear bambi,let’s blame the pygmys when all crackers are gone from the shelves. let’s blame the gnomes when they hammer out our insides. let’s never forget to leave the night lights on or the dream catcher unhung let’s shoot spit balls through straws at the ceilings with our hair spiraling on the floor around our heads. let’s paint whiskers on our cheeks and play...
when daisies say goodnight.
Deer Huckleberry, I want to make a whole village of gingerbread houses, a church and a post office and a school and gingerbread tree houses for all the people I love and we can live there and everything will be okay and we won’t have to grow up and make believe will still be real. I will make you blueberry pancakes for breakfast and brush your hair before bed. And we will sit around...
dear bambi, you set my heart on fire. love huckleberry
sleepydust
we are up with the sun deer huckleberry. im tired of pretending to be grownup. i want to crawl into bed and grow freckles and eat cupcakes with you. we are up with the sun.
let’s paint it pink and make it smell like cinnamon. people will wonder what we are up too and bring us loaves of bread. let’s feed them to the birds and let the vines grow up the walls.
sleepy eyes
deer huckleberry, my celery eyes can barely stay open. I’m not even forlorn anymore. i’m not even a Grizzly Bear or a Golden Eagle or the strawberry bubbles that you blow into your morning milkshake. I am just sleepy. all i wish to do.. lay underneath a christmas tree with you and all the pine cones will fall on us live on cocoa and wear woolly socks and speak in chimes of...
dear bambi, im too tired to write to you about the sugar frosted cocktails and sequened covered bed speads i dream about. the books have fallen off my shelf and buried me alive. all i want now is the life of a housewife. and i promise you i will learn to cook real good and clean real good. oh bambi. things are looking so grey. you are the only song that makes me smile these days. love,...
realfairytales
dear bambi, lets laugh at the reality of scripts and the glamor of dorm rooms. i thought of you while eating an apple today, i thought of the wind in our hair and the soundtrack of our todays. look forward to our tommorows when each morning will be met with sleepy hellos and and sweet tarts for breakfast. love, huckleberry
butterflies
huckleberry, last night i dreamt of a pixie boy,wiry bones and chocolate curls. It made me feel like i had sugar lumps in my stomache.my monday afternoon was spent with watermelon lipstick smeared into my cheeks and cold noses and ice cube toes, but id risk my health to be with you anyday. love, bambi.
dear bambi, lets save the blue ones for last, so our tongues turn florescent and we whisper about our dreams. you’re the only one who knows about the boys and the inflation and deflation of my veins. lets eat the whole box at once till our brains go numb with cold and we can giggle on the bathroom floor covered in sticks and wrappers till the sunrises. love huckleberry
deer,,
Deer Huckleberry, I took Magdelena’s little blue suitcase with a mirror inside, and I took her curling iron. One day my hair will be long like Magdelena’s, and I will wind the locks around the hot stick and listen to them sizzle. One day I will braid my hair stiff at my neck like Madgalena, who is never happy. In the South she slits her wrists daily and drips the blood into her...
first
dear bambi nothing is better than a dinner for two. quarters make millions and together we will build our stacks high. we will take over this city, or just take over the room they will rent us. and let’s write on the walls and fill the fridge with shoes instead of food. and bambi when we go all out for the eight dollar bottle, let’s cheers to us and all the lights of our dance floor....
deer huckleberry,
huckleberry, wish you were born a boy, so I could’ve been your fiancé. i’m not saying you can’t be all these things for me, but it’s just not the same because you’re a girl, and so am i. love, bambi