I dont know about happily ever after... but I know about happily, Weetzie Bat thought.
Francesca Lia BlockI wrote poetry from the time I could write. That was the only way I could begin to express who I was but the poems didn't make sense to my teachers. They didn't rhyme. They were about the wind sounds, the planets' motions, never about who I was or how I felt. I didn't think I felt anything. I was this mind more than a body or a heart. My mind photographing the stars, hearing the wind.
Francesca Lia BlockI'd sit around dreaming that the boys I saw at shows or at work - the boys with silver earrings and big boots - would tell me I was beautiful, take me home and feed me Thai food or omelets and undress me and make love to me all night with the palm trees whispering windsongs about a tortured gleaming city and the moonlight like flame melting our candle bodies.
Francesca Lia BlockEverything was fine, but Weetzie wanted a baby. โHow could you want one?โ My Secret Agent Lover Man said. โThere are way too many babies. And diseases. And nuclear accidents. And crazy psychos. We cant have a baby,โ he said.
Francesca Lia BlockWriting is very cathartic for me. As a teacher, I hear many students say that writing can be painful and exhausting. It can be, but ultimately I believe that if you push through, the process is healing and exhilarating.
Francesca Lia BlockMaybe one night Iโll be asleep and Iโll feel a hand like a dove on my cheekbone and feel her breath cool like peppermints and when I open my eyes my mom will be there like an angle, saying in the softest voice, When you are born it is like a long, long dream. Donโt try to wake up. Just go along until it is over. Donโt be afraid. You may not know it all the time but I am with you. I am with you.
Francesca Lia Block