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Sunday, January 23, 2011


COUSIN ATHENA
Twas my cousin Danielle's birthday party today. Sat around, ate cake, listened to her dreamy boyfriend tell funny stories, and overall just forgot to be difficult and belligerent... Until the ride home, of course.

The truth is, I am unspeakably jealous of Dani almost to a point where I can't stand her, but then I see her in person and cannot help but be charmed out of my bitchiness.
Fuck me. '-__- Here's a poem.

Like an abstract painting,
Cousin Athena's all colors, no shape.
She wears bandages on her wrist bones to hide the scars under her skin.
When she talks, she drops names like bombs as if the smoke will somehow cover up the fact that she's not me and never will be.
When she walks, she's a blur--all purpose, no grace, a herald in the body of a queen.
When she bleeds, Moses looks to God in confusion and says "I thought I already parted the Red Sea."

When I first saw her after we finally knew enough to know ourselves, I couldn't help but ask my mother, "Does Athena have amnesia?"
"No, Aphrodite," replied she. "She knows who she is, just not what she means. But she knows that you mean the world to the world, and since you're already You at your best, she feels that all she can do is try be you at your average."
"What?"
"Basically, she's a goddess trying to be a nymph."

ily
~Belinda

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