so we're back from down under,
where the beaches go on forever
and the waves don't take a break
rested and well.

rewatching gilmore for the, perhaps
7th round, am at the episode where
she finds out the man she's about to marry
has a kid and he's found out for 3 months
without saying anything to her about it
so she walks into the diner, unexpected
and meets the daughter, and realisation dawns.
and i know, i recognise that feeling
that sink in the gut, cold water injected into veins
the chill that makes your hair on your hand stand
while the nape of your neck turns warm
and that little static runs down your spine
you forget to blink, smile plastered on face
and think, there must be some other explaination
please god let there be some other explaination
and there isn't, there isn't, there isn't.

man, it felt like ages ago
but it rings, and resounds so clearly
in my web-like mind, refusing to shake off
the rotten dead carcasses of flies once trapped
in those silver white threads.