introspective periscope : peeking inside since Y2K ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sunburn Daydream ees nearing eleven. - eighth of april, 2001-bake at 350 degrees. alright. so i'm hoping that now, about six hours since i came in for the day (save for that trip out to the big bird for some apples for eating and some vinegar for healing and some jujubees for eccentricism) that my skin is about done baking. skin is a lot like brownies....you take them out after twenty five minutes in the oven or they're skrewed cuz they keep cooking in that pan, keep cooking in their own heat. i've been uncomfortable in my own skin, but this is a joke, right? anyway, on this, the first double entry day i've had in awhile, i offer you a poem...eh...ees been awhile. be well, my rainbow trout (better than possum. mnyeh.) ~Sunburn Daydream~ sunburn euphoria, one more bottle of aloe, one more glass of water, sunburn euphoria. cloudless afternoon, thinking i can fight the sun, thinking it won't get any worse, thinking of you. baking skin like an easy bake oven i should have listened to my mother and put on the sunscreen but if the pretty pretty princess in her crown of red hair and fair skin shell can bake without cracking, then why can't i? if the girl with the carrot mane can lay in a bed begging malanoma, why can't i enjoy the day without turning the colour of that homophobic burger bastard's spicy chicken breasts? "and what with the buzzcut, girl?" the dutchess asks me, my head spinning in its sunburn euphoria... and the brown blonde answers for me, for i cannot find the words... telling a tale of mishap and nine ninety nine that i should not have spent, a boycott with an attitude. but locks grow back, and skin turns brown or peels i'm praying it isn't the latter.... sunburn euphoria, the cool of refrigerated aloe, just another bottle of green goo to slather onto burning skorched flaming feverish blistering--well, almost soft supple skin and i can't quite reach my back in the spot where i am most well done, turning purple with his poison, my skin overdosed on toxins from that self-centered sun: luna would not have done such a thing to a silver skinned girl such as i am. sunburn euphoria blaming everything but my stubborn lack of insight, aching for your soft skin cool and white against the scarlett of mine. cool with salve, cool..... my god, you're so cool... sunburn euphoria, another bottle of aloe, another bottle of banana boat in the fridge, another glass of ice water.... sunburn euphoria. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- .what came before. - .what happened next. a diamond at the bottom of the drain - 20 october 2017 |
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