Jetsam, not flotsam.

I didn’t know what I was seeing. Teal plastic flakes in my hand. I don’t wear teal; I don’t have teal ink. I didn’t know what I was seeing and I heard a soft crackle and the thing I had worn every day for the past nine months broke apart and ended. It was a great relief that I didn’t see coming. There are so many pieces of me floating away now. I thought they were flotsam but they are jetsam instead. Facebook, the speakeasy I am trying to forget the passphrase to, smirks in my browser history. Nearly a month later and the twitch starts to calm. Every once in a while, someone notices I’m not there and says something to me about it. I have a little sadness about not knowing things, but I stubbornly shove the sadness in a pocket...

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Posted on 20 Apr 2011 | Comments Off

A song a day, day 24: a song that you want to play at your funeral.

From the song a day meme: a song that you want to play at your funeral. For a long time, I wanted “Dead” by They Might Be Giants to play at my funeral because of the lyric: Did a large procession wave their torches as my head fell in the basket? And was everybody dancing on the casket? Now that I have been to funerals as an adult, I understand that my own funeral isn’t really about me at all but about the people who are sad that I’m gone. Playing a song that I find darkly amusing becomes less appealing when I am not around to be darkly amused. I hate the idea of having a “traditional” song. I want something a little playful, a little dramatic, a little romantic, a little wistful … okay, enough dithering. I choose this...

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Posted on 20 Apr 2011 | Comments Off