Month: February 2011
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27 and more
About two months ago, my dad sent me a summary of benefits for a life insurance plan he and my mom opened when I was born. This was the first I’d ever seen or heard of it. An expired piece of paper, jammed into a Christmas card addressed to me and my boyfriend, “Sir Patrick.”…
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Glitter in the Air, Pink
It’s a pop music kind of day. I like this for being unexpected. I would have thrown up if I were her.
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Aftermath
Inside my body is running. But my body stays still. What a ghost of a train wreck. Happiness is a faint whistle. I can still hear it behind me. In front of me. But presently. Just the breaks and bent steel.
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There's no children here
I saw a used needle on the ground this morning. I didn’t pick it up. Then I thought of children seeing it. I still didn’t pick it up. It had an orange tip plunger. What kind of children would be playing in a parking lot anyway? Frozen. Full of cars. Dog shit still smells even…
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Not like the others
What happens when you can’t finish a poem? When it’s not like the others? When it doesn’t know what it wants or how to be? When you feel tired even feeling one of the words, the same line you’ve been staring at for a month and it’s lost all meaning? Was it not supposed to…