I was at a family reunion and partying with my aunts. Like I said, I’d passed up opportunities to share the first with so many important people in my life…so though I wanted to end the suspense, I didn’t want to waste it. My family is fun as hell, so it was a solid choice. I only took two drags, and I don’t even know what type it was. I remember being surprised how easy it was. And then being terrified. A part of the reason I stay away from it is because I know I’ll love it.
Ooo, fun! Okay…how about I tried my first cigarette this weekend. For years I’d passed on opportunities to try my first one…so it became this thing in my head. Like, I’d given up so many great opportunities (you know with special people in cool places), I was starting to think none would be good enough. So to just end it, I did it this weekend. And I’m glad I did.
(Could you please listen to my tracks on Spotify? On repeat?)
Constellation of one
They say it takes millions of years
for the light of stars to finally reach us.
Before I met you, I saw other couples,
so I knew the light of love was real.
But I didn’t know you were real.
You were far away, and your shine
inched its way towards my waiting eyes.
When I finally saw you, I knew
your fire would burn for ages.
Now you’re my constellation of one,
the only star I see.
O, Canada! I didn’t even know you were excluded. Are you sure? My distributor put my stuff up for streaming on Rhapsody, too. Does anyone use that? Otherwise, my songs are available on iTunes, but as I said—I won’t ask anyone to pay for my music. In fact, you can download all you want for free on Bandcamp. I appreciate your wanting to help, though, friend.
(If you feel inspired, would you stream my songs on Spotify on repeat?)
My spine is like a rod of ice
on these cold autumn nights.
Instead of bend, it may break,
and this truth just makes
My heart was like a ball of snow
every time you would show.
Instead of beat, it would melt,
and this truth just felt
I did write a song once about someone who made me that weak. You can listen to it here. And I’ll post it in a bit.
Each member of my family,
each person in this town,
is like a bar on a jail cell.
Maybe if I could find just one
who was weak to my touch—
maybe one looking for love—
they’d bend so I could escape
my prison and enter the world.
Then again, if I could find just one,
I might stay with them inside
and make a home of my cell.
This means a lot to me. But it’s not my job. Unfortunately, it’s just a hobby, and I work in a suit from 9-5. But if you help me make it a job, by streaming my tunes on Spotify so I earn pennies, then it will become a job, and I’ll promise to work tirelessly for you.