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| jenni |
'tomorrow' is performed no less than sixteen times in the musical, annie (both before and after the stunning orange-afro-red-dress transformation), which i witnessed in its full splendor in 1980 at the aerie crown theatre in chicago, illinois, the very first broadway musical my parents took me to see (soon to be followed by peter pan, starring sandy duncan and her mysterious glass eye, the subject of much debate afterwards), which happened to also be the very first touring musical production alyssa milano performed in (as one of the much lesser orphans, june), who is rumored to have recently broken up with justin timberlake (eight years her junior) after a short but somewhat happy post-britney rebound relationship (in which they presumably did, in fact, go all the way), prompting preteen girls everywhere to once again hope that they may actually once again have a chance to win justin's heart, and teenage boys to suspect that perhaps if they looked just a little more like him, they may indeed get some preteen girl action, a la the timberlake-clone seen cruising the eden prairie center (scene of the blockbuster movie, mall rats) megaplex on sunday night (which those in the know may remember as 'not so fresh day'), the subject of heather's cutting sarcasm as she headed down the escalator and out of the mall (with a brief stopover at barnes and noble to marvel at the not-too-surprising lack of selection in the fiction/literature section) to an unspectacular dinner, after which she handed the keys to me (as the unsatisfactory service, one bottle of beer, and disturbingly obnoxious red-haired man at the adjacent table had rendered her unwilling to risk trying to control a motor vehicle), and i returned us safely home, always aware of the intrinsic humor value to two saabs parked neatly in a row in a driveway in a quiet neighborhood in richfield, minnesota, to which i returned the next morning, piling myself, my bag, my hello kitty coffee mug, and two packages to be delivered to the perpetually-crowded richfield post office (where postal employee colin likes to remind customers of his name on an irritatingly regular basis, gesturing at his nametag with a practiced flourish, in case they should decide to call his supervisor and request that he be given a salary increase) on the way home from work, noting as i turned on the seat warmer, then the car, that the blackalicious cd started up in the middle of 'nowhere fast', and the very, very first word to come out of the speakers was 'tomorrow'.
coincidence? hardly.
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| heather |
Already my hand was going numb from the pressure. Just one more day. tomorrow. I can hold on until then. I counted everything again. I was ready, but I had to wait. inhale. exhale. Count your heartbeats. Keep your mind off your hand. tomorrow. The wind, always the wind. It can sing you to sleep on nights like this. No sleeping. Waiting, counting, holding. This can happen if I want it to happen. tomorrow. It's weird how you can feel your pulse in places you wouldn't expect. The sole of your foot has a strong beat if you take time to listen. Count. tomorrow. Shivering doesn't help, anger doesn't help. Only the counting and the waiting. So many things pressed into my skin and my hand is numb. tomorrow. You want to reminisce, but that's a mistake. Pain comes in flavors and memory is the most bitter. Hold tight and count. tomorrow. |
| jay |
a c+w haiku.
truck died. girl ran off. |
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