she...on a Sunday

She wants you to know that music is the end all be all.
Today, at any rate.

She listens to the words
written by others.
Words put to
music.

She listens to this
prose
(of sorts)-
and sometimes
identifies.

And sometimes she
laughs
because
she identifies.

She heard a song earlier today.

The lyrics;
their meaning;
is far from
obscure.

They are
"in your face" and
obvious and
almost comical and yet,
so incredibly blatantly
s e x u a l
!

Do you know what she did?
She listened to the song
twice.
All the way through.

The overtly erotic nature of the song...

Smiling.
Almost laughing.
And wanting to share the song...
with
(him).

Do you know Ed or Brad?

after I picked up the phone for the eleven-millionth time...AFTER I picked it up is when I realized I had been dialing the wrong number. I mean, the number was a correct number. It was A correct number.
Do you understand what I am trying to say?
I was calling the wrong effing person!
I just didn't flippin' know it.

So then I put a piece of pork in the oven and forgot to turn the oven on. Doesn't cook very well that way.
But, no worries, because when Ed and Brad get here later the food will either BE cooked or Ed can slide up to me and in that smooth voice of his, or is it Brad's?-and he can say:
"Reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions."

Stepping from the
shower
and
hair dripping.
Wet.
See the corner?
Of the counter?
See the sharp corner?
If I
flip
my head
down
will I
possibly
hit myself on
the corner?
Of the counter?
I stand there a moment.
Longer.
Wondering.
Pondering, no less.
I turn to the right
and...
hair wrapped.

- Tom Waits Lyrics

Arctic Monkeys Lyrics
Dancing Shoes Lyrics

I deleted her blogs.
And
I deleted her photos.
And
I tore up her notebooks.

I deleted her writings.
I deleted her
(received)
text messages.
I deleted her
(sent)
text messages.

I deleted as much as I was able to;
in the 45 minutes she left me alone.

And then she came back.
And I deleted the cache.
And I deleted the
browsing history.
And I wonder when she will notice.