edwards drive-in

response to the movie "the intruder" by director claire denis---

that was the year I didn’t want to know. you with your criss-cut fries and your looks into my eyes and your hours and underarms leading to breasts and daily phone calls and stupid overheard bus conversations and the idea of having to return, to always come back to who I am as if it was such an important place to be. sssh, don’t tell me, I’m tired. it’s easier to make yourself sick for two dollars and twenty-five cents on chocolate and peanut butter. then, when you are back, you can go looking in the same wrong places, knowing, but not admitting, that none of your arguments explain the movie or mean anything in the face of all that water.