Stalker

A song is stalking me. About a week ago I was all kleenex and madness…and I asked my roommate Jason to play a song, any song… I was just so desperate for a distraction, something to get my mind off of things…and of all the possible permutations in the endless playlists one could rummage through, he chose Bon Iver. I couldn’t believe it. What fucking luck. If you are a romantic, you remember the first song that ever played the first time you realized you might be falling in love.

I immediately told him to turn it off.

My stalker is persistent. Tonight, I went to see a friend of mine read a short story at UCSD’s “Dime Stories.” I was really looking forward to it because I would also get to catch up with a few poetry friends from my days at drunk poets society- Dave Proulx and Ian Anderson (and by chance, Alex Bosworth, who would win first place and a toy gun that night for a story on Osama Bin Laden as an unwanted guest called “The Binster”). However, I hadn’t been to UCSD since Persian New Year of last year. It was a really romantic night that year….

I made it through a hallway of memories in the Price Center. Incredible how different things had been in the same building just months ago. We finally found the Loft. Happy I had made it through the worst, I waited for Ian to open the door, and just as I stepped my foot through the doorway…what the hell begins to play in perfect syncopation with my foot, heart, jaw-dropping…

Bon Fucking Iver. Seriously? What luck.

So, I give up universe. Cheers to my constant reminders! I raise my Russian Imperial and toast to skinny love….

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Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in this moment this order’s tall

and I told you to be patient
and I told you to be fine
and I told you to be balanced
and I told you to be kind
and in the morning I’ll be with you
but it will be a different “kind”
and I’ll be holding all the tickets
and you’ll be owning all the fines

Come on skinny love what happened here
Suckle on my hope in lite brassiere
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Sullen load is full; so slow on the split

and I told you to be patient
and I told you to be fine
and I told you to be balanced
and I told you to be kind
and now all your love is wasted?
and then who the hell was I?
and now I’m breaking at the britches
and at the end of all your lines

Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?

[“skinny love” lyrics]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ssdgFoHLwnk

©ola hadi 2010