lafemmegigi

I have a job interview tomorrow at a salon.

*phew*

I am/was starting to get a little nervy about that.

I am damned excited. Should I say that when I get there?

"Hi! Damned excited to meet ya, I am!!"

That might not give the impression I'm after... The salon is in NW Portland in a pretty trendy part of town. This means fun cuts/colour, and lots of potential clients, since it's right by TONS of foot traffic and multi-family dwellings. Many newbie-hipster-yuppie families (blech/good for business).

I just can't wait to open my own place. That will be sweet.

So... Here's the deal. I have word that a friend of mine who publishes/creates Found Magazine, Davy Rothbart, has just published a book of short stories with Simon and Schuster. It's called " The Lone Surfer of Montana, Kansas ". This is just hitting the stores, and is highly acclaimed. Readers and gift-givers alike need to be getting this book in support of good writing, and good people.

Now, here is what you've been drooling for... 2 more poems by gigi:



Au Revoir
(a sonnet)

Au revoir, my dearest, Sweetest of The Sweet.
Again you leave, again you swear return.
I ache for times of bliss when minds will meet.
My heart is full of you but left to yearn.

Sweet dreams, my darling whispered to myself
until such time as I can say it right
into your eyes of Heavens Gate themselves.
One hundred kisses blown into the night

One billion stars outshone by tender words
Your echoes grow in volume and in depth
Released into my heart like Hitchcocks Birds
This breaking, ripping shredding, loving death

Is sweetly painful, binding - since I know
You will again return before the snow.






FLIGHT


Aisle seat over window this time
Bleary, Id rather not focus these eyes of mine

The canned breeze settles over me
A familiar face - I smile politely

I met him on the layover
He bought me a hangover

I fight it now: Scotch, please. Double. Neat.
(toeing carry-on under seat)

Toulouse Lautrec legs waddle by
I quickly hide my awkward eyes

Tearing, seeping you out of my skin
Out of lightly-salted lips that kissed you when

Ice I never wanted has melted in my drink
I stalk it absently while I think

The low slack rocks glass doesnt hold right
Its my only traveling companion on this night

Its spill lifts the coaster, a picture of you,
to my lips for false kisses that will have to do

This plane trip makes sense to me
As a win-win destiny

Ascend high enough to reach Heaven or plunge to Hell
Either one works just as well

I would reach you either way
It wouldnt kill me if I didnt touch down in LA