my name is Lillian,

vignette of a cigarette:

we are walking, drunk and limber

we are talking, drunk and nimble

blurring every line.

effects of saturday night’s party

1. water damage to the landlord’s antique chest

2. broken chandelier

3. erotic posters on the living room walls

4. shards glass on the floor

5. food supply depleted

6. seat coverings slashed with a sword

7. sword in the mud

8. two cars stuck in the swamp

9. sleepers on the couch, sleepers on the grass, sleepers on the beds

10. renewed belief in the capacity for love between strangers

I used to think I was happy-go-lucky. Now I think I’m happy-go- blessed, or maybe blessed-go-happy. I’ve always been happy, but never before like this. If these three weeks have been an accurate indicator, 2010 is going to be one pang of bliss after another. This week I got a guitar off craigslist, and I’ve been neglecting my Moleskine for a Mitchell MD-50. My house is full of music and the giddy, puberty-like sensation of blooming. I traded my pen for a voice, and somewhere in that transition it occurred to me to start blogging again. So hello, tumblr! I’m back.

I used to think I was a singer; now I think I’m more of a song embodied… Can you hear it?