dear isa-chan,
oh, i have been traveling even while staying in one place and it is delightful. and there are multiple musical boxes.
musical box of an anticipatory nature:
before i graduated i was writing poetry inside a tiny closet in the upstairs of my house when my friend doug, who i once went walking in a cemetary with, interrupted me to underground steam tunneling with him. i got a huge bruise the shape of indiana on the underside of my right arm when i jumped down into the grate but it was worth a clumsy maneuver to see the inside of the steam tunnels. we crawled through clay and cockroaches, under pipes, went up makeshift stairs finally, until we saw a tiny light and arrived above ground gloriously filthy.
musical box of a defeating nature:
after graduating with a degree in stories we had a party at my house where distant relatives made (from scratch), all the whilst sitting on our back porch, home-made vanilla ice cream in an old-fashioned wooden barrel cranking it with a handle. my parents gave me a lei which was half a million velvet flowers
but also part snake. later i fell asleep for a bit but then woke up in order to accidentally freestyle on a rooftop. i did poorly. that night i sung a song in the arabic language that i did not know the words to and danced even though i had left my feet at home. the sun started to drip into the windows and the earth was wet so we walked the long way home.
musical box in transit:
i ran away to austin for a few days to see what the house i will be living in is like, as a physical manifestation. it is not a rainbow but there is a porch and secrets/sweat painted colourfully onto every wall and ceiling and trimming and it was built in the depression era but there are mothers who are not mine that come and visit and a pecan tree and an invisible hammock and trampoline and a gorilla painted on a wall in the neighborhood. i saw the library that is within walking distance and there was a latin polka band playing tween the library and its parking lot outside. i flew back to an island across the aisle from a little child who ate free ice cream via the flight attendant and who said he ate a lot of sugar, 500 to be exact, and then asked me if i liked airplanes because he liked airplanes and told me we were going to the hawaii.
musical box suggestion in the form of a question:
have you ever read
flotsam by david wiesner
the poetics of space by gaston bachelard
the wall by peter sis ?
for all-time,
emi-chan
