Cemetery Air
May 12, 2006
We used to make out in graveyards, our burning bodies pressed against cold, memorial slabs. She worked among dead people in the summer, and it thrilled us and saddened us to be surrounded by so much death.
Afterwards, we would run through the nearby fields to electrocute ourselves on the cattle fences, our skin itching from the impact. The air around us was full of tension and tenderness.
This week I stopped by a cemetery in Guelph to see what the air tasted like. Unfortunately, it didn’t taste like summer nights, cattle fences, or Lauras, and something inside me filled with sadness.
Posted by Tudor at 11:02 PM in Various Positions | TrackBackYeah, cemeteries tend to do that to you.
Are you sure there weren’t any ‘Lauras’ there? I mean, they might taste a little more like decay, but it’s a pretty common name.
Posted by: Laura on May 13, 2006 at 03:22 PMI didn’t see any Lauras actually. Only Males, Almosts, Humbles, and Close.
The names were pretty out there.
Posted by: Tudor on May 13, 2006 at 06:07 PMGirl its like a dime bag dro (dro)
The way you movin that cush real slow
Got me floatin like a butterfly
Im so high, can touch the sky
I’m a bud head when it comes to you
Cuz Cant nobody drop it baby
Bounce it baby, stroke it quite the
Way you do
You got me buzzin off of that chiefin man
Girl you about to explode my brain
Doin it in the coupe
While we on them thangs
Sex weed about to drive me insane
Baby hands down you got that bomb shit (shit)
Since that first pull
I got this habit
I cant seem to quit (quit)
Baby im about to go up in smoke
Cause your sex weed aint no joke
So girl go ahead and light that dope
Im about to smoke it down to a roach
Lol Laura! I can see you tilting your head towards the shovel in the corner as you say that. haha.
Posted by: Jason on May 15, 2006 at 11:07 AM