cosmo's moon

Once when I was little I pitched an embarassing fit at the idea of renting Moonstruck, because I wanted something more "age appropriate." But my parents rented it anyway and after much stomping and huffing and slamming of doors, I crept down the stairs and watched the whole thing from the bottom step, peering around the living room wall. I'm sure my parents knew, even though I tried to be secretive.

Now I only want to be as tough as Loretta. I want to sit around drinking strong coffee and eating cannoli and little almond cookies with my mamma. To wear black all the time like a Sicilian grandmother. To exaggerate and turn over tables and compare everyone to feral animals. This is how it goes.