Go ahead and squeeze, but not before you put on some tea,
clean two cups, lift shades and pin back curtains. Not before the end
of this song, before dawn reaches in, before you turn the page, or
a woman apologizes for dialing the wrong man again—not before
you learn her name, how to pronounce it, how to sing it with
and without regret catching in your throat—Are you done?
Go ahead and squeeze after the hinges are reinforced on all
doors, the house secure from storm or intruder, your laces are tied,
this commercial break is over, drywall is taped, spackled,
painted—a nail driven, a painting hung and adjusted, (there is still
so much to adjust, arrange, there is time) and you write your letter,
correct every letter, scrawl the signature so swift and crooked
it becomes the name of another—relax the jaw that holds the barrel,
pull the gun out, point it heavenward, and
squeeze until the clip is as empty as chamber.” —Jamaal Versiz May (click here for more of his work, or here for his very very long list of accomplishments)
That’s sort of weird because I don’t recall posting anything on her tumblr?
But it’s mostly strange because, ha ha!, joke’s on me! I can’t even eat ice cream! Every time I convince myself I can, my body revolts for like 12 hours straight! Even better than that, joke’s on you too! You got fleeced into following a blog named after a Mariah Carey reference! One that Mariah fans don’t even like all the time! Ha ha!
But, like, welcome anyway, brohio.