Things I Have Forgotten

November 2 2008.

Dream and movie-like, really. Covered in blue latex and glitter, being buffed with milk from all sides, Liza a fairy with fists of glitter, then tottering in space heels. Hannah painted everything Liza was awkward about, took pictures as Kevin strutted naked. Gavino and a mime visited, happy from Sangria. The pizza delivery guy came in, following the rap from Hannah’s 90’s mix, stood stock still and stared. Nude, I knelt and covered Liza in ink. Adriel said, come into the light, walk this way slowly- STOP- keep going, eat this slice of pizza, do that with your teeth. Adriel said, Kevin and you together, Adriel said make-out, he said lean in and more tongue (ew).

Smog was full of people feeling my skin. Fire-breathing and tunnels to crawl though, and I drunk-dialed that hometown cutie and she told me she’d been walking through fields. Liza bummed cigarettes from a boy who spent the last year in New Zealand flying airshows, and at the end of the night, he walked me half of the way home.

Pretty sure I removed my eye makeup with Clorox wipes (I KNOW). Found a raised bruise underneath my hair, and when he pulled the latex off, he said, oh, you’re bleeding. Liza and her invented shortcuts wrought with danger and cement. I turned the bathtub blue. A potleaf in the inside of my left knee in indelible ink. And if he hadn’t left his book of addresses here, I would have believed I made him up.

Saturday I spent in bed (of course) until Ben took me and Liza out for Chinese and teas. We sat in Starbucks and died with laughter. Someone wrote ‘blue goddess’ on my doorboard, which is nice. Also, ‘crazy love stories and experiences’ under my dorm activity ideas title- cute. Liza teased me out of an early bedtime with promises and sighs, and we saw a smog show with strings. The boy came again, then, borrowed a car and drove into my legs, lights on brights. He said, well I like you, you’re quite the anomaly. Whisked me to the black swan after closing hours and introduced me to free things and a sad bartender. Met a marine who used to be a hippie dealer, and brushed up against a girl in a blue tutu.

I was supposed to write an unconventional love story today. Instead, I woke to kisses up my back, and didn’t find a way to leave the bed. When he'd gone, I broke open soft kiwis and lounged.