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Get On and Get Lost By The Next Stop
I’m thinking that this is a season for flings and freedom. I have an ex-boyfriend in California I still love, an old hookup I lust for each morning in between states of sleep, and more than one boy in Boston to look forward to come fall. Relationships are too fatiguing for a late-riser.
I want fluff off the tops of cake and nothing filling from the layers beneath. I’ll pass on your keen intellectuals, your marathon conversationalists, your waterside meanderers. I want boys with beautiful skin, firm hands, and knowing eyes. I want words mouthed, not spoken, and I want torsos sinking along with thoughts into my bedroom’s dark crevices. My feet demand a guide across foreign pavement but all my ears need are laughter to follow when the bright lights make the color bleed against my eyelids. I want to linger at the traffic light with fingers in coarse curls and palms against solid shoulder. I want to taste freckles because I’ve never had them. I want to prick my tongue on cayenne and tease out strange men’s names and tell you that mine is Jane. I want you, but just for a day. Or maybe a week, if you are lucky. And then I want your friend. If she is lucky.
But this is not about sex, you see, because I can hold off on satiating the carnal. My lust is precipitated by “wander” and baby, the only burn I feel is my crisp skin beneath the sun. I am holding a one-way ticket to nowhere, with Kennedy on my mind, laptop on my thighs, and next to me, an empty seat.
June 12th, 2007 at 1:20 am
Wow, you really are a good writer. Well done.
June 12th, 2007 at 1:50 am
Thanks, eva, for stealing my complimentary thunder :\
Truly a painter with words as her brush–nice work, Lena.
June 12th, 2007 at 6:35 pm
you have such a way with words. i like the mental image that the “one-way ticket to nowhere” creates. kudos girl!
June 18th, 2007 at 1:32 am
“the bright lights make the color bleed against my eyelids.”
I really do love you, Lena Chen.
June 25th, 2007 at 2:21 pm
Whew, nicely written
August 14th, 2007 at 10:48 pm
“I want fluff off the tops of cake and nothing filling from the layers beneath. I’ll pass on your keen intellectuals, your marathon conversationalists, your waterside meanderers. I want boys with beautiful skin, firm hands, and knowing eyes. I want words mouthed, not spoken, and I want torsos sinking along with thoughts into my bedroom’s dark crevices.”
Yes, yes, yes!! I’m so tired of guys saying that women prefer a man’s “personality” more than his looks (while men supposedly only care about a girl’s looks) How divine, I’ll take all the model boys then, hehe!
I have numerous fights with my guy friends (the ones who are average/below average in the face + bod dept) who bring up this cliche ad nauseam because they are annoyed that I consider good looks a strong factor in selecting those whom I date or hook up with. How odd to take offense that girls can be just as carnivorous as men!
December 18th, 2007 at 1:22 am
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March 10th, 2009 at 9:36 pm
Oh, fuck. You’re an amazing writer. Keep up the good work