springtime and the promise of an open fist

thursday evening with emily riding around town until we met jonas, ellie and patrick on the street. a loud bar where we ate pizza and watched orange girls with drunkness talk things at orange boys with sharp hair. an elderly man in a tan suit passed out fliers proclaiming the band on stage, who sang about redemption. into the cool evening and then to a pub where people were paler. friday, outdoor foods grilled up into the air and our stomachs, and free beer. settling evening on the parking lots and industrial buildings and far trees shaking in the wind. planes ranging quietly above. emily braided a soft braid on one side of her hair, wore a simple dress. patrick bloodied his foot while we played basketball in the parking lot. then someone stole his bed, so we crashed at our house, ate food, and opened the windows. saturday and bloody marys and blackened tilapia and in in in the day, blue and high blooming clouds and those shookup trees and trees and trees. lost in neighborhoods looking for a new rental, humid and quiet on porches, yes here it is, it is here now, okay, i'm okay again.

david erlewine has a great thing at Necessary Fiction, here, which i think i'm about a week late on. still, read it. here's his blog, please look out for him, there will be one of his books shortly, i know it.