Wednesday, September 22, 2004
the short version of summers past: by naomi, from Portland Stories
the roxy, kamel reds, your little stereo always playing bikini kill, camping in the sand dunes, walking around downtown, dumpster diving, punk rock, chain smoking, smoking on the bridge, smoking on your front porch, smoking out my bedroom window, absolutely fabulous, hornsby’s hard apple cider, too drunk to know we were setting off fireworks a day early, your zine, running through the sprinklers on your front lawn, dancing to billie holiday, photography, playing dress up, holding hands at the sleater-kinney show, the fountain on alder, the woods behind your house, anaïs nin, you sleeping in my bed for weeks on end, john waters, secret hideouts, shopping carts, tri-met, the moment the infinite feeling stopped.
so many good shows, quitting smoking, sleeping in your bed for the first time, graduating, mixtapes, moving, taking the bus downtown almost every single day, pioneer square, bad kitty coffee, living inside of my notebook, blue cars, white cars, little blonde girls, coffee people, record shops, indian food, finally being honest, K.I.D.S., clove cigarettes, saturday market, dancing, making zines, giving fresh flowers, saying goodbye to friends, starting smoking again, you promising to be my friend forever, the plans we made, laying the grass, chai tea, the merry-go-round at “jennifer’s park,” photobooths, wearing skirts.
dancing in public, late nights in the city, horrible job interviews, poetry sessions, thai food, wanting to call you, to see you, mirah, house sitting, sewing, drinking, new records, driving around, saying goodbye to more friends, getting over you, dumpster diving, dot’s café, locking the doors to my home away from home, spray glitter, mixtapes, the mall, super glue, camel lights, tofutti cuties, cherry coke, the tattoo parlor, book stores, you driving my car, the red and black, calling you at bizarre times just because i missed you so much.
iced tea, the gossip, looking for a job, cleaning, hiding from my friends, missing so many people, reflection, pink spray paint, reading, writing a novel, quitting smoking, may day, making plans, poetry picnics, eye makeup, lethargy, manic energy, saying goodbye to even more friends, counting the days until we meet again, mangoes, piles of great books, unread, the adventures of pete and pete, wanting new friends, wanting to crawl out of my own skin.
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