Your breakup playlist:
Old lyrics sing current truth
and repeat mistakes.
Music has and always will save my life.
Old Habits RIP Already
Maybe you’re used to
saying goodbye. Maybe I’m
used to being sad.
Are You the One?
No, I’m not the one
for you. I’m also not one
to stay here unloved.
Self-Awareness 5K
Walk for self-respect.
Walk towards what you want. Don’t walk
to win someone back.
Midnight Theatre
Why was it always
dark? And why were you always
the brightest thing there?
Unlikely Shelter
You’re gone but somehow
the thought of you soothes me more
than when you were here.
Where You Belong
I’m Thinkin’ Bout You
and Frank Ocean and that night
love poured out our eyes.
David Sedaris 30 Minute Writing Prompt
Another great Meetup at my favorite LA writing spot, The Hatchery Press. The exercise today was to write for 30 minutes using the first sentence of a different literary work as your prompt. No surprise – I wrote about hookers (:
(Prompt is from David Sedaris essay: Chicken toenails, anyone?)
I have to go to China.” I told people this in the way I might say, “I need to insulate my crawl space” or, “I’ve got to get these moles looked at.” That’s the way it felt, though.
That’s because I work at a “restaurant” called Chyna – except spelled with a “y.” We sell late night dim sum and booze. It’s a place where strong drinks fool boys into thinking they’re strong men. Where dishes, dumplings, dresses, skirts, legs, egg tarts, breasts, eyes, hair parade up and down the spaces between barely lit booths looking for takers. I look hungrily, more than I want to, and think how they all just want to be bought and consumed. Disgusted and aroused, I continue getting dressed for work – wondering who were the real tarts here – and if I’d take one home tonight.
A Game of Strategy
I didn’t come here
to strategize my feelings.
I’m here to fall hard.
Maybe, Dial it Back?
Never been cautious
or scared of your response, so
why would I start now?
