My Heart Belongs to Holden Caulfield

So, J.D. Salinger died 

which actually makes me a bit scared

because Howard Zinn also died

I cannot even count the hours 

I spent learning the

real people's history of the United States 

in his psuedo company

or how many times Holden Caulfield

 made me giggle and 

fall in love in love with him

a tad more with each page I turned in 

Catcher in the Rye

he was so damn charming, I wish he was real

he got me through lonely, hot days at work (bleak times)

I guess he is my ultimate literary crush 

so misanthropic and angsty, as jaded as a guy that young could be

oh, what a boy

a great, great boy...

Michael Jackson died,

Anna Nicole Smith (who I really loved)

Brittany Murphy

and now Heidi Montag has a new face,

the times are really changing

it feels so weird 

gosh, I feel like I'm in the Netherlands in the 17th century

for the first time realizing how temporary and transient everything is

maybe I've been looking at too many Baroque paintings

it's all I Google nowadays

when I should be doing the ten thousand pages of readings I have

Gogol, Marx, Pound...these men are ruling my life

and I just want to sit here, slurping my raspberry iced coffee, 

biting on the straw

and who knows,

maybe Holden will saunter in, wearing a pea coat and plaid scarf

and he'll sit down and complain, huffing and puffing, about all the phonies 

in this here coffee shop,

then maybe he'd ask for my number

and we can go out for a drink

I don't even drink, 

but for Holden I sure would,

maybe I could be that girl that would just knock him out.

"Anyway, I'm sort of glad they've got the atomic bomb invented.  If there's ever another war, I'm going to sit right the hell on top of it.  I'll volunteer for it, I swear to God I will."  ~Holden (J.D. Salinger)