dominoes fascinate me. how they line up and hit each other in those fantastic patterns. i guess really its about the old men and teenagers who do the lining up but it’s pretty how they click and clack. i know its also some sort of game that involves math and lining up dots but i’m going to pretend that’s not real.
i saw a gif on imgur where popsicle sticks were laid out of criss cross in a spiral and something flipped the last one and it did the domino thing, everything flew and splattered and it was a lovely entropic chaotic moment. someone also reversed it so popsicle sticks flew in to a snail shape and that was less satisfying.
lundi gras tonight. it’s fat monday and orpheus is rolling and yesterday was bacchus and my friend christina is in new orleans wearing a turban and a smile. i’m playing the lagrima cover of nirvana’s lithium with a slow caribbean beat. it reminds me of 311. that’s probably not a cool thing to say.
it’s not about really the rain.
from the 13th floor i look out and i can’t hear anything but ambulances and i see some sun so i shrug and wear my crop top and sandals and then when i get to the lobby and walk out the door my toes are wet thank god for hats. i often wear hats. i liked them before i worked at the hat store. actually none of the hats i have are from the hat store anymore. i gave them to my ex-boyfriend usually and one was stolen by his mother and one got moldy or maybe soak in oil from being in the back of his car.
i guess i’ll wear boots tonight.
there’s a swallow in my throat has always made more sense than a frog because there’s a slight flutter and it falls down into my belly and my chest. swallows dive bomb i think. when we were in 4th grade my class took a trip to san juan capistrano on the train and that was the first i ever heard of amtrak. now when i think of bird homecomings i picture them dive bombing just like that time a flock of pigeons flew up together gray twister tornado at in n’ out and made a filipino baby scream. she had on a magenta parka.
the other day a pigeon flew into my head. my friend laughed and laughed.
the other other day seagulls spun on the brick pavement in the alleyway connecting my apartment to the train station and an old man was feeding them bread. i remembered the pigeon and walked faster.
days ago, in louisiana, i rolled my driver’s side window up 20 seconds before a duck flew right into it. i know it was a duck because i saw a green head. i wasn’t sure if i should stop but in the side mirror a silver suv had already pulled over so i figured it was all good. i was driving next to the canal. that’s where the ducks live.