maureen*

[The Obamas]  do believe in American exceptionalism — their own, and they feel overassaulted and under appreciated. We [the American people] disappointed them.
—  Maureen Dowd
At first, heartbreak made me beautiful.
My skin fluoresced. I hypnotized trees.
The orphans followed me around town,
drunk on my pain. I ate only my own
hunger, gave off a scent like bitter oranges
or chlorine. Loss left me strangely whole,
as if my sadness, were it strong enough,
could turn your ship around. That was back
when I aged. Now, like an astronomer
who seeks no first causes, but only to map
the connections pinned out over the sea,
I want to diagram the light that shines out
through the holes you pricked into me.
—  Maureen Thorson, from Applies to Oranges
  • friend (excitedly): what's your favorite Christmas Eve movie?
  • me: Rent
  • friend: haha that's odd why?
  • me: *starts tuning a guitar*
  • friend: wait no
  • me: dECEMBER 24TH 9PM EASTERN STANDARD TIME FROM HERE ON IN I SHOOT WITHOUT A SCRIPT
  • friend: not again