Written in a journal, in Tucson International Airport, New Year’s Day, 2007.
Emotion is from
the Latin word, emovere,
meaning “to disturb.”
Apparently I did write haiku before this little series got started. Almost four years ago, in fact. For therapy. Also, from that same journal, just for fun, here’s a snippet about K, the first girl I ever fell madly in love with, and my reaction to meeting her husband for the first time.
K came down from Phoenix and we went bowling while wearing tacky sweaters since we couldn’t have a “proper” tacky Christmas sweater party. I didn’t have socks so Golden Pin Lanes gave me a free pair, with little pins and a winking ball on them and everything. Afterward, we took personality tests from a Kokology book (apparently my sex drive is operating at 200%) and then we went to an AA meeting on Roller Coaster Road. I didn’t get much out of it; I never have, and I can say that because I’ve been going to AA meetings since I was twelve, [which is, for the record, LONG before I ever started drinking. I’d go with my mom and step-dad, drink their shitty coffee and get a new chip each time. I was so proud of myself. “Twelve-years-and-one-month chip, please.”]
K met her hubby at an AA meeting; they both fell off of buildings while wasted. After AA, I went immediately to a bar.