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Clouds
That was the day someone called me an elitist fuckwad for liking mashed potatoes. But come on, they're the perfect side and I dare you to challenge that notion! That was the day someone called you an independently wealthy Marxist poseur for wearing a reindeer sweater. With me, I'd been heightening my love of mashed potatoes to a level of parody to illustrate a point I've since forgotten. A girl with a black balloon, a vanilla milkshake. We used to come here often. Is it true you slept with him because you didn't know how to say goodbye? Do you regret that? I always wonder about those who say they have no regrets. I regret things I did twenty minutes ago. Like when you called that guy a hipster douchebag for not liking mashed potatoes? Yeah, but also, how could you not like mashed potatoes? That's inhuman! Yeah, but also, what do you regret? I made a wrong decision, people needed so many things from me so many things from me and I didn't know what to do I didn't know what to do I didn't know what to do and I knew, I knew I didn't want to hurt her but I didn't know who I was at the time because someone else said something that made me look at things in a way I'd never looked at things and then she needed answers and I didn't have answers I didn't have answers I didn't have answers and I gave up. You gave up? I gave up. For two years I pretended it was 2005 even though it wasn't 2005 anymore. I don't know, I've wanted to tell you so many things lately, but instead I've been staring out the window at clouds, remembering that day we were driving to Burlington Coat Factory, how the sun was setting and you said something about clouds and we had this brilliant conversation about clouds but I missed the turn and had to make a u-turn and someone honked and you reached over me, honked back, and yelled out the window hey asshole, maybe you wouldn't be so upset if you thought about clouds sometimes!
Jason Bredle
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RL
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