all the wine

the following is inspired by the lyrics of the national and "not everyone's listening" by kristine



Virginia thinks this place is full of spies, thinks they could be on to her. Weaving between tables and chattering guests she soon discovers how to gracefully disappear in a room. To drown in the drone of conversation without communication, the expressions contorted into familiar smiles. To drown would be the worst way of dying for someone so claustrophobic. I'll drown when I see you.

She's been deluged with well wishes, were they real or were they just echoes which bounced inside her brain. She'll fight for her place at the table like girls fight for their place among boys. She'll run like she's awesome, totally geniuses, she'll run till hey love she gets away from it. She'll run till she's drunk and old and her hands are covered in cake but she swears she didn't have any.

I have weird memories of you, I have a ton of great ideas and I don't want to waste any. I want to dance around the nearest famous city middle where they hang their holiday rainbow lights in the garden. Our place at the table, this river's full of lost sharks. With our fingernails painted we'd watch as they snatch dolls from little boys and replace them with blue instead of pink. And they'd grow up beautiful and braided and cruel but still you'd say they weren't fucked over.

Chandeliers hang from the ceiling of the hall, like earrings on the guests below it. Virginia wonders how it all went the dull and wicked ordinary way. I'd break my arms around the one I love, I'd break my arms around my love. She'd put on her argyle sweater she'd put on a smile. Take her place at the table among boys, stay quiet and pretty and unpolitical and wait for her place at the table, a room of her own draped in yellow wallpaper. Watch as they'd piss on every tree, stick flags into things they do not own and say we were here, we were here.



I have weird memories of you, wearing long red socks and red shoes. I have weird memories of you and I think I'm like Tennessee Williams, I wait for the click but it doesn't kick in.