#repost from @caitlinmdavis and @matthewhnh, continuously making my life better from across the world.
I’ve mentioned before that two of my best friends are teaching English in Korea, and I got an iMessage from Caitlin last night with all of these pictures of their sweet students sending me happy birthday wishes. I miss my friends so much.
The hardest part of having really smart and interesting and successful best friends scattered all over the world (literally) is just that- that they’re scattered all over the world and you can’t hug them and love them and cry with them when they fill your heart up with such an immense amount of love during such a weird moment. It’s my birthday y’all.
I’m in Tyson’s Corner for work and we are at the mall trying to kill a number of hours before we can check into out hotel and start setting up for our program. I didn’t wanna shop and was getting a little cranky Magee but then I got a smoothie and posted up in the stacks of Barnes and Noble with some running magazines, so now I’m momentarily appeased.
You know how people say, “well once you’ve finished a half marathon, what’s a full marathon?” When I finished my half I was still of the opinion that marathoners are batshit nutso, but the more I think about it the more I’m planning on adding a marathon to my life plan, preferably in the next year and a half. Now that I’m writing it here I feel like I’m committing to it. I am very very into it.
Marty McConnell performs “Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell”
leaving is not enough; you must
stay gone. train your heart
like a dog. change the locks
even on the house he’s never
visited. you lucky, lucky girl.
you have an apartment
just your size. a bathtub
full of tea. a heart the size
of Arizona, but not nearly
so arid. don’t wish away
your cracked past, your
crooked toes, your problems
are papier mache puppets
you made or bought because the vendor
at the market was so compelling you just
had to have them.
you had to have him.
and you did. and now you pull down
the bridge between your houses,
you make him call before
he visits, you take a lover
for granted, you take
a lover who looks at you
like maybe you are magic.
don’t lose too much weight.
stupid girls are always trying
to disappear as revenge. and you
are not stupid. you loved a man
with more hands than a parade
of beggars, and here you stand. heart
like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas.
heart leaking something so strong
they can smell it in the street.