Written in a journal, in Tucson International Airport, New Year’s Day, 2007.
Emotion is from
the Latin word, emovere,
meaning “to disturb.”
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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.
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Interesting! I always enjoy reading your work.
When did you start getting into foreign languages??? Our language is based on Latin and many other languages too like Spanish, French, Italian…
I’ve always been interested in other languages, but I utterly suck at retaining them. However, I’ve been recently inspired to kick up some language dust again. Porque no?