And Then It Was Less Bleak Because We Said So, by Wendy Xu
Today there has been so much talk of things exploding
into other things, so much that we all become curious, that we
all run outside into the hot streets
and hug. Romance is a grotto of eager stones
anticipating light, or a girl whose teeth
you can always see. With more sparkle and pop
is the only way to live. Your confetti tongue explodes
into acid jazz. Small typewriters
that other people keep in their eyes
click away at all our farewell parties. It is hard
to pack for the rest of your life. Someone is always
eating cold cucumber noodles. Someone will drop by later
to help dismantle some furniture. A lot can go wrong
if you sleep or think, but the trees go on waving
their broken little hands.
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(This one's going to be the last one for 2015. Phew! I'm so glad I decided to start this newsletter 11 months ago and actually saw it through because it's given me one of the most inspired years of my life. So far. No resolutions for me, because I really don't think I'm the kind of person who can change their essence <aka lazy, forever hungry, too mellow> overnight. But hey, good luck if you're making any! Also, have a great night. *wink wink*
Goodbye, 2015. I'm through with you.)