Pink Salmon

[howeverbrief]

"Pink Salmon Story"
How many stories can we pile
one stacked against the other
competing for space against urgent deadlines
paying bills, setting the alarm, and
you, here now

Somewhere buried underneath, another life
between you and me

Oh, how funny it all was
and there he was and there we were and oh,
how apropos

(Until one actually starts to speak, then
oh, I guess you really had to be there, and
only one other person, long gone, was.)

That's how, years later,
you'll catch yourself quiet
When you end up with a can of
pink salmon in your hand
thinking about broken bone and
bits of spine and how
you'll never eat that stuff again
-November 13, 2011 (Mostly, had the idea then and finished it today)

"End of the Line"
All this talk of loving and losing and
not knowing what you've got until
someone's shouting, "It's the end of the line!"
So it is, so it is.
Somehow whizzing past the terminals and all
the stops you could have taken
Alas, no. Not for you when all you have
left is a hollow chest and the words,
barely resonating in the tunnels--
"I guess it's not meant to be."
And how long have we been dead, love
too bone-weary to lift our heads and carry
these dusty travel cases away;
How long would we have suffered the fledgling
silence
that grew our journeyed hearts astray?
-March 3, 2012

I went to bed at 11 last night. I wish I could say I slept until my alarm went off at 7 this morning. That would have been nice, considering I was exhausted when I tried to go to bed. Instead, wind slammed against my house repeatedly and woke me up (or maybe I never really slept) until 2:30 when I gave up trying to sleep in my master and went to the guest room, where I made the bed and tried to sleep there. Turns out the wind also likes to rattle the window in that room. Sigh. I tried my master again and finally got to sleep some time after that, but I'm pretty sure I woke up again a few times before I had to get up for work anyway.

Note to self-- try to remember to get the stupid sliding glass door in your master fixed because the seal is broken (which you knew when you moved in here) and this happens every single time it's really windy. Way to drop the ball on that. Again.

Okay, I think I'm done complaining now. Maybe it won't be windy tonight and I won't have to be on auto-pilot again tomorrow. Fingers crossed.

Comments

[tabular-rasa.livejournal.com]

Oh jeez, I had that exact same problem with wind and doors in Hagi. (And Hagi was a pretty windy place, being on the coast). I eventually just took the screen door down and put it inside because there was no way I could fit it in the fram where it didn't rattle like crazy, and right next to my head since the bed was against that wall. There was also a storm shutter that rattled and I eventually stuffed it with newspaper to silence it.

I guess write it down or call someone while it's still fresh in your mind in the next couple of days? Or is it something you could take care of yourself over the weekend? Not getting enough sleep is the worst, as you know I know from my neighbor problem two nights ago . . .

[howeverbrief.livejournal.com]

It's not terribly windy here, which is how I keep forgetting about this, but when it is, I can barely sleep at all. I think the problem is the fixed pane, actually. When I looked at the place initially, I noticed that the pane looked... bubbly? There are a lot of little bubbles in the glass, and the people who cut a hole in my wall to test for the lawsuit think the seal on the pane is broken. So either the screen is banging in the wind, or the seal is messed up, and unfortunately, I think it's the more expensive option that I can't fix by taking down the screen. Sigh.

Yeah, sleep and me really aren't getting along right now. It's pretty awful. I've got to figure out how to fix this soon.