mountainous heathen!
holly girl
jennyman
cyrus
boyk
sina boy
robert reich
honey jaan
Prufrock
If
Afraid So
Today's poem
~ Friday, January 19, 2007
are you awake?
my mom wakes me up by opening my door slightly, sticking her head in, and going, "samin..."...."ya, mom"...."are you awake"..."yes...now i am."..."ok, well....it's really late, it's half past nine" (it's really 8:30). then she proceedes to come inside and while i'm half sleeping, half awake,...she begins to look around my room and asks about any object on my floor, "what's that?"...."what..?...i don't know...a notebook."...after a minute of silence,.."what's that?"...and all i want to say is, "i don't know what's on my ground,....ask me when i'm wide awake and i'll give you a detailed description," but all i manage is laughter between my sleepy explanations and questions about why she's wondering now of all times.
jenny wakes me up in a peculiar way as well. she takes a stuffed animal, one in particular if she can get her hands on it, and proceeds to use it's gangly legs to kick my face softly but surely. or if this one stuffed animal in particular is missing, she goes for the sqeaky doll and just smothers my face with it, and i wake up from SHOCK.
i recall holly waking me up by sticking her face very near my face and going, "saaaaaaamin...." followed by munching noises.
sina had a few different strategies, one of which was to sit quietly beside me and tap my nose making me feel like i had a butterfly in my face.
rangineh stands outside my door without opening it, and says, "samin?" kinda quietly, but you can definitely hear it, and i go, "ya..."...."are you sleeping?"...."not anymore!"
~ Friday, January 12, 2007
