alive by Lauren Singeri call upon anyone who will listen to me rant and rave, prophecise my thoughts in unkempt styles, spout my virtues about the neandrathals, wish with all my might that i was born a man, and thank the heavens twice that i was born a woman, because admittedly, i like frilly skirts.
i never wanted to be anything, until someone doubted that i could be something. i will prove them wrong, and prove them wrong until my blood runs cold and my tears run dry. i will make sure that my work is done hard and done right and i will be fired a thousand times and quit a thousand more, but i will be something.
i will wash my hair with store-bought shampoo and i will bash laboratories for testing my pantene on innocent mice. i will be hypocritical squared, i will be anemically vegetarian but i will buy leather boots to warm my feet in february snow. i will climb three mountains and howl at the top, and i will complain all the way down because i'm tired.
i will be predictable, to those who know me, but i'll surprise you once a week. i will praise sand-castles of children and stomp them once they've turned around, because i am a self-declared bitch and i'm so god-damned proud of it. i will be nice, nice, nice, and you will piss me off and wish my death a thousand times but it will never come... you will see me in your favorite restaurant and i will ruin your dinner just by sitting across from you with a sexier man and a prettier dress, and i will wink at you, smile twice, and leave more satisfied than you ever came. (and i will feel guilty about it later.)
i will be hateful and cruel and i'll rise to the top, god dammit, i will make it, just watch me. i will show all those peter keatings that this howard roark DOES have what it takes and i will build a monument on charm and grace and i'll spit off the top floor and wipe my upper lip with my sleeve just because i can.
i will be harsh, i will be angry, i will be unrelentlessly witty at cocktail parties. i will break hearts and stomp souls, i will drink like a man, and smile like a lady, i will stop at nothing to be heard, but i will be timid looking in your eyes. i will ride on your shirt-tails until you show interest, and then i will avoid you, pretend you don't exist. i will make you cry, and you will love me anyway. i will be a cold-hearted demon, but i will hug my teddy-bear in slumber, dream of cotton-candy clouds and snore endearingly.
i will make you hate me and ask you why you do. but i will never betray you. if you ask me how you look in a rumpled shirt and ankle-high socks, i will scoff, and laugh, and tell you to change. and you will respect me, because you will look better, don't deny it.
and all the while, i try to prove that i can be anything, while i doubt myself a million times, while i fall in love and fall apart and pick myself up just to prove to myself that i can. and if i didn't have to show the world that i can be something more than the dot at the end of your run-on sentence, i would just lay here, motionless, drinking chamomile tea and reading sunday papers...but i need to be something more than forgotten just so i can say that i'm
better
remembered
alive.
07/10/2004 Posted on 07/11/2004 Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer
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