2002-10-25 - 12:34 p.m.
Two weeks from now, I’ll be a special young English girl for an undetermined amount of time. I’m not sure for how long I’ll inhabit her, but I’ll probably not post during that period. Here is a note from her so you all can get to know her.
Hello, I’m Iris Montrose and I live in Liverpool.
Y’see, I’ve got something funny,
I’m allergic to water
which causes me some problems at school
I cannot take a bath, the kids call me smelly
but my skin would turn red,
all liquids are poison,
a jump in a puddle means burns on my belly
I walk slowly, making sure I don’t break a sweat
I watch the football bounce back and forth
making sure I don’t bounce back and forth
or else I spew acid, even with my sweat catching net
All of this makes me want to cry, but I can’t.
tears leave a trail of blister
on their path from my eye.
“Stripe Face, Stripe Face,” I’m afraid the kids would chant
that brings me to my friend, good ol’ Lilly Rose
like me, she’s got something funny
she’s completely dry
not a drop in her body, or so the story goes
her skin is flakes, her eyes are stones,
her saliva is salt
and in the loo,
when she needs to pee, she just emits a series of moans
she comes into my room and we want to cry
but of course neither can
my skin hates my tears
and she couldnt produce enough water to drown a fly
so I got some straws, y’know, the flexi kind
I put 40 together
end to end
I put the ends in our eyes, it helped us unwind
Then I blinked and cried and cried and cried and cried
the water traveled
down the straws
the tears couldn’t touch my skin, no matter how hard they tried
At the other end my friend Lilly held he eyes open wide
the melancholy liquid travelling
down and hitting her pupil
one tear dripped down the front of her face, another down the side
Thanks to our contraption, we can now cry
our lives aren’t perfect but
bendy flexi straws make it easier
we’re going to go sob some more, so I guess I’ll say bye
