Where art though Christopher?

Thu, 23 Oct 2008 13:26:35 GMT

Good morning. I will be a litte late to class this morning because I did not complete my assignment last night. Speaking of last night, I had a dream. It was about this guy I knew when I was much younger named Christopher. He was much, much older than me but I always had quite an infatuation with him. And he did, with my feet. He used to give me rolls of film for letting him photograph them (he's a fairly wel known photographer, now). Sounds kind of creepy, but I enjoyed the attention at the time. I'd probably still enjoy it. Back to the dream. It was so, so vivid. And so, so sexual. I woke up, and the first thought in my head was "Wow." He's contacted me recently, so that is probably why I had this dream--a blast from the past.
My stomach is in knots.

this one year on my birthday...

Wed, 22 Oct 2008 17:36:27 GMT

my dear auntie tells me
'leda, my dear. you need
to stop taking those
ridiculous photographs.
your nose looks too big
your eyes look too fake
your pores look too big
too.
get rid of them, for god's sake.'

my sweet grandmama sits and laughs.

and i blow out the birthday candles
wishing for a smaller nose
and no love handles.

bonjourleda

Where art though Christopher?

this one year on my birthday...