Bright Light at Russell's Corners, 1946 George Ault
Sunday, March 6, 2011
About the Party
I loved seeing you the other night (and I think everyone noticed!) which was the first time I'm estimating since the Oak Street Psychic Fair when I first saw your ears as the two beautiful pink wheels they are and your powerful boyfriend unnecessarily claimed that I only spread unhappiness with my harmonica playing.
People see each other all the time and they can't always figure out how to act, so it sometimes seems as if the dandelions growing silently behind the high school are the only truly outstanding reaction to existence, and perhaps because I thought I had no argument with the world until the backyard mosquitoes started penalizing my hands and Wayne of Wayne's Hair Systems and Jimmy Food Hill combined to not let me near you, it came as such a horrible shock to notice you looked so damn beautiful beneath Bob's silver maples that I about shit my heart out.