Always losing one to chase the other.
Prose
Who Wants More Popcorn
Blogging, ProseCommentThe credits begin to roll and I marvel at how many bodies remain in their seats, certain that I've never before seen so many wait for what follows the scroll of white words. Phone screens come alive in the rows below like a cigarette lighter salute before the inevitable encore. They will wait now, I think, these masses that once fled for the lobby at the fade to black. Now that the nerd has become the norm, they will wait. But how many, I wonder, will pick up their trash on the way out.
Belle Fontaine
Writing, Prose, PhotographyComment
God bless your Tide pen, for undoing the damage wrought by a tombstone dance with a glass of wine, for blotting out the stain of recklessness on otherwise unblemished threads, restoring a sense of sanctity to this irreverent skin.
God damn your Tide pen, for stealing my souvenir, for wiping away the blood I so earnestly shed building my temple to the moment, my graceful middle finger in the face of immortality.