august

I want pots of growing chives, mint, basil, and parsley in my kitchen window. I want pots of tomato and peppers outside on my patio. A little gargoyle will look over them. I want an open front room, almost no furniture, dying for dancing feet and blanket-wrapped bodies to nest. I want showers at 3 am and snacks at 4. I want a fridge full of yogurt, cheese, and deli sliced meats. My freezer will have bakeable pretzels. No high fructose corn syrup. My seasoning of choice will be seasoning salt, mrs. dash, and italian seasoning. There is no internet access and no cable. We will do crafts, try and make our own music, and watch the same movies over and over. And when we get bored, we will walk. And outside, all our favorite destinations will be within an easy distance. Bike to work and bike to school. Gas? Uneeded. Light-saving bulbs and frantic recycling rules. House warming, art night, dance night, daily naps. I'll have a bar of wine and GOOD beer. Fuck keystone after this. Forgive me, keystone, you're cheap. Photos of my own handiwork. Learn to knit and try to skateboard. I hope the library is near-by. Hot summer nights will be filled with the hum of fans. My baby, you're always welcome. My friends, you're always welcome. Too many tasks to let lonliness creep in; this is my life. I hope my roomate can stand heavy metal. Maybe even in the mornings.