rituals + incantations i
U.S. Girls - Live from The Bunker Studios
"It is precisely a tremulous April new day."
Hello:
Sure like eating sleeping breathing chores weed blah blah blah. But also: watching the neighbourhood dalmatian you had somehow never seen until this time now skip up onto the neighbours' lawn every single 4:30PM to cheerfully shit in the exact same place as yesterday. Also: Late morning eyeshadow selection. Moving aside for deliverypeople. Barenaked Ladies - One Week (Karaoke Version). Tying the scarf, looping the straps. Murmuring hey buddy what's up to local animals, whose world blessedly continues to move inside of this one, mostly oblivious. Whispering thank you to the crocuses in the back yard but really quiet so no one thinks you're doing some kind of Eat Pray Love thing. Cursing the landlord. Hitting the side of the oven like a drum, startled each time anew by the thunderous sound. The thought thank god there's still Jeopardy! exactly once per day. Trivia!!!
The first exhale after exiting the grocery store. "Mr Big Stuff" but altered to fit the cat. Pairing to all the different bluetooth devices around the home in order, visiting each one like an oracle. Like e.g. Mr Big Butt! Mr Cute Stuff! Why is your stuff so cuuuuute?, etc. The bike pedals moving under you in a truly perfect circle. Robin sightings. Kid art in the windows. Hall and Oates - Rich Girl (Karaoke Version). The piercing morning screech of the next door children, the braided frustration and sympathy it raises before you are even awake. BIKE TIME!!!! playlist. ~BATH TIME~ playlist. Texting hey what time is it? each 4:20. Sitting still through a whole episode of the Simpsons. A minute of focus while reading a book. A second of focus while writing. Feeling the clean sheets. Putting a record on and then away. A pilgrimage to the closet, touching Carlo's cowboy shirts as you move through all the colours. Playing a soft major chord to test out the sound. Feeling lucky. Feeling so lucky, and also afraid, and also almost entirely lucky. Still sometimes the body relaxing against the moment. Never when you expected, different each time. You the only connector. Conductor. The crucial through line.
Something longer to listen to:
Stoner podcast - Benny Blanco
So, yeah, we're all chilling in there, and we're like, close, like knees touching, and we're smoking, and like the room's getting smoky, and I'm like kinda sick, and I'm like, "Dude." I, like, look at my friend, and I'm like, "Yo. I'm freaking out. I'm, like, freaking out." And he just looks at me, I'll never forget, and he goes, "Maintain yourself." And I was like, "Fuuuuuuuck." ... That was like, the most profound thing that anyone's ever said to me.
Pets, interiors:
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Roommates:
(No roommates this week either! Everyone is keeping it posi, which I deeply respect and admire. Still, if anything comes up, we are here for you. Submit petty gripes about the people you share space with anonymously to apartmentpoem@gmail.com)
Dreams:
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a hot queer make out with a girl named beth i knew in high school. the real cherry on top of the dream: the setting. we're in a swiss chalet but not just any swiss chalet it's a floating swiss chalet on a barge and the people at the tables surrounding us are playing sorry and backgammon. after kissing we lean against the railing and look out at the sea.
Gentle reminder:
You don't have to go on Twitter. It's not bad if you do, but you don't have to.
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Carlo's basketball corner:
Just an all-time greatest classic.