It is late, late, late. It is very, very late, and the Very Bad Band across the street is playing a Beatles song, and somehow I find that fitting.
Most Fashionable Reader! This is my last post for NaPoWriMoFa (National Poetry Writing Month of Fashion)! There will be tears after this. Trust me. Whatever shall I do now? What will I do without my late night calls to Our Most Fashionable Vivienne, which always began with “O MY GOD I HAVEN’T FINISHED MY POEM YET THERE IS NO WAY I AM GOING TO FINISH THIS POEM”?
But there will be things to do. There will be an apartment to clean. There will be poems to revise at a much more leisurely pace. There will be books of poetry to read. There will be the brand new pool behind the brand new vacation home behind my apartment to sneak into at night. There will be Slash: The Autobiography to read. There will be new episodes of House to watch. There will be a shore and an ocean to enjoy in person. There will be new blogs posted by Brenda Dickson to read. And there will, at long, long last, be laughter! Yes, there will be laughter.
What there will be less of. There will be many less cartons of cigarettes purchased. There will be many less bowls of Honey Oat Medley, the poor woman’s Honey Bunches of Oats, consumed while in front of the computer at 11.30 PM. There will be less glasses-wearing pony-tailing mornings. There will be less eyestrain.
But there will still be late nights in front of the computer.
But. Most importantly: THERE WILL STILL BE THE HYACINTH GIRLS! Yes! As Vivienne so fashionably mentioned below, the Hyacinth Girls shall return! We will take a brief sabbatical, of course, to regroup and make ourselves fashionable again. But there is no fashion without the Hyacinth Girls! There is no Zelda without Vivienne! My Dearest, Most Fashionable Vivienne! My Dearest, Most Fashionable Vivienne who has so selflessly pulled me through this month! My Dearest, Most Fashionable Vivienne who has so selflessly pulled me through many, many, many months before this month! And this is for you, Vivienne:
It is the Most Fashionable and Most Famous Blue Heart Diamond. It is over 30 carats. I shall somehow persuade someone at the Smithsonian, where it is currently displayed, to let me have it, and I shall have the Most Fashionable of All Fashionable Diamond Heart Necklaces made for you. Thank you, Vivienne. Thank you.
And now. The last poem of the NaPoWriMoFa (National Poetry Writing Month of Fashion) of 2008:
Consequence
Whenever I think of you, I remember all
the people in this world who never kept me
warm. I don’t mince words; they’re all
I have, my gestures being
broken, unsuccessful. Nothing. Again: nothing
parceled out from nothing, fear from a handful
of dust, something gorgeous for the camera’sflash. A knock on the door, a game of chess
I’m forbidden to see, wholesome goodness
portioned out like poker chips. O
the sounds crackling from beneath
the stone! O you who were with me,
your heart a tangible matter of infinite hope!
The mute board you carried on your back,waiting for intimate revelations that were
forgotten by first snow. I was deeply saddened.
Your secret griefs changed me,
my confidence turning
to wildness, a perpetual state of unknowing,
a hostile levity of tongue pressing against
the pills I took. The wildness I could never rein.