Monologue.

I memorised my monologue.



I memorised my monologue.



I MEMORISED my monologue.



I memorised my MONOLOGUE.

I MEMORISED MY MONOLOGUE!!!

Ohmygoodness, I MEMORISED MY MONOLOGUE!!




Sorry lah, it's really very unbelievable. I actually memorised it in like, less than 20 minutes. It's not like it's very long in the first place, but that's not the point. The point is that I have a very horrible memory and I actually memorised something in such a short time.. it's just amazing. *beam*

So, because I memorised it, I shall type it out for everyone to see. =)


Shall I say how it is in your clothes? A month after your death I wear your blue jacket. The dog at the centre of my life recognises you've come to visit, he's ecstatic. In the left pocket, a hole. In the right, a parking ticket delivered up last August on Bay State Road. In my heart, a scatter like milkweed, a flinging from the pods of the soul. My skin presses your old outline. It's hot and dry inside.

I think of the last day of your life, old friend, how I would unwind it, paste it together in a different collage: Back from the death car idling in the garage, back up the stairs, your praying hands unlaced, reassembling the bits of bread and tuna fish into a ceremony of sandwich; running the home movie backward to a space we could be comfortable in, a kitchen place with vodka and ice, our words like living meat.

Dear friend, you have excited crowds with your example. They swell like wine bags, straining at your seams. I will be years gathering up our words, fishing out letters, snapshots, stains, leaning against this durable cloth, to put on the dumb blue blazer of your death.



Heee=)







The flower that blooms the last is the most beautiful flower of all.