Chop Me Up and Feed Me to the Poor

Remember when we used to race each other down the stairs, sliding on our backsides one bumpy step after another? Remember when I started growing my hair out long and dad would call me a "waif?" Remember making that videotape at your house while building a fire? Remember the times I hung out at the record store you worked at for hours and hours just to have a chance to talk to you? Remember the night we switched shirts, the day you made me soup, and the writing on your wall? Remember all the different ways we figured out to play that part from Tom Sawyer? Remember the Earthquake, the Wildebeast, and the Funky Green Thing? Remember the gig at Einsteins, the surf at Gate Station, and parties with the Pope? Remember the trail we used to drive around and the beachhouse after dark? Remember red skies, dragonflies, orange cars, and dove bars?

Remember at college when I fell into that horrible depression and
couldn't do anything but sit on the couch and watch cartoons all day

Remember halftimes at football games, hockey on TV, and two word post-it notes? Remember canoodling under the desks in Poindexter's class? Remember Halloween parties and group photographs? Remember shadows on the wall, excited phone calls, and the day Laird finally felt like the wrong choice? Remember his first cry, his first smile, his first steps? Remember how things were, how things got, and how things fell to pieces? Remember Cafe Wednesdays, Dunkin Donuts Coffee, and what the fortune teller said? Remember happy hours at Morton's, falling asleep at Syriana, and the truth about Nurses? Remember Murikami emails, secret stalkings, and text messages on New Years Eve? Remember snooping in my place, finding your printer, and spilling something on your shirt? Remember the staring, the drunken dials, and the best thing ever? Remember sushi Vanessa, pepper monkeys, and the motherfucking walkoffs? Remember singing on the beach, slamming at the show, and falling off the bed? Remember how I told you we would find a way?

Life comes at you fast. Everybody knows that. There are ways to slow it down, but.. I don't recommend them. Because when things change speed you start to lose your depth perception, and it becomes difficult to tell the difference between the things that are far away and the ones that are happening right now.

That being said, it seems like I've been stuck to this couch ever since you left.

[Listening to: Siouxsie and the Banshees, "Cities in Dust"]