the slime of all my yesterdays

good places to have talks: laundromats, bathtubs, cars with the engine turned off, in line for roller coasters, stairways, patches of grass in front of apartment buildings. this blog may talk about these places!

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Location: New York, New York, United States

grew up in birmingham, alabama. went to college in los angeles and have now been in new york for six years. i work in development for a non-profit that supports a group of all-girls public schools, and i find it very difficult to balance that professional side of me with the creative, story telling side. i miss writing stories every day, as i had to in college for my creative writing degree. i miss sitting down and knowing that within an hour something i was proud of, something sacred and never before shared, would be living, outside of me. i want, very deeply, to reach a place that allows me space for both sides.

Saturday, September 11, 2004

Girl C

A lush red curtain parts. On the stage, there are many boys and girls. Some are standing, some are sitting. The ones standing are holding a stumpy glass in one hand, the opposite hip cocked to the side. The ones sitting are turned in towards someone. It's outside, under a canopy of trees and white christmas tree lights.

A light falls upon Boy A and Girl A. Boy A is sitting on the edge of a long couch. Girl A is sitting on a chair, facing him, at the end of the couch. They look alike- blond hair, invisible, unblemished skin, their frames so hollow that their backs curve in on themselves. They are talking and looking at each other and have been for a long time.

The light on them dims and another one reveals Boy B and Girl B, a few spaces down on the couch. Boy B is slouched over, legs spread apart, facing forwards. His face is familiar and sweet, his features round, all of his edges slightly blurred. Girl B is facing him, tiny legs crossed like an arrow pointing towards him, one arm resting on top of the couch, behind Boy B. They are talking less than Girl and Boy A, more nodding and glances at each other. Less hand movement, less directed conversation.

Girl C and Boy C are standing by the bar, both leaning on it with their forearms. They are both tall; Boy C has brown hair and an evenly tanned face. It is the face of advertisements and posters. The girl leans toward him and says something right on top of his lips. He kisses her.

The lights dim and little helpers all dressed in black come change the set. Lights come up and the stage is split into 4 different scenarios. The first one is illuminated: Girl A and Boy B in a bathroom, hands flying over the other one's body with no want of detail, texture. Clothes are off, the shower is on.

Lights reveal the next sliver of the stage while the other 3 are in darkness. Boy A and Girl C are on a bed eating wheat thins out of a box. They are in pajamas though its mid-afternoon; Girl C has head thrown back laughing. A third person, a boy, walks in and laughs at the sight of them. He gets on the bed and eats some wheat thins.

That section disappears into darkness as the next set is lit up. It shows Girl C and Boy B, at a candlelit table in a restaurant. She has her hands folded in her lap, she looks disatisfied. His elbows are on the table. They are clearly not on a first date.

The last part of the stage comes into sight, revealing Boy A and Girl A. They are cooking in a kitchen, wearing aprons and looking purposefully ill-suited in them. The Beta Band is playing; they are happy.

Another set change, back to the original outdoor bar. Boy A walks up to Girl C and she nods, gathering her things. Boy B and Girl B are already up, ready to leave. The six of them fall into a single file line as they weave their way outside, crisscrossing the invisible paths of countless others.

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