Month: June 2011
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I need to work on better titles
Today is going to be a slow day. The French Press steeping, waiting. There’s time to slowly make coffee, to slowly wake up, to slowly remember my dreams from last night. I was gettin’ it on with Sarah Jessica Parker in a yellow hotel room. OK? Not bad for two skinny broads. She was being…
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"Re: Stacks," Bon Iver
“This is not the sound of a new man or crispy realization It’s the sound of the unlocking and the lift away Your love will be Safe with me”
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Creature comfort
Lightning strobbed through the front windows. Thunder grumbled behind. Split by a house, I was inside. The rain second-washed our sheets on the line, washed the bird shit out. Today, I doubt they’ll dry. I watched a squirrel use his tail as an umbrella. Fluff pulled over his back, his head. He was perched on…
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Happy Hour
I’m going to be 27 this year. How old do I feel? 22? 12? 59? What matters is warm air. The “P” on the parking garage. The signs that tell us where to go. I’m waiting or not for you. The half empty beer. Thai Thai on the corner. Their fried dough permeates summer. 6:45 pm.…
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Distance between two moths
Your dirty clothes neatly packed our hips grind, the aroma scours sheets. Atlas moths brace the walls captured lips part like wings – a coffee mug’s entomology My last order: cream, no sugar squeeze the pulp The bed, our sky is unmade
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Belated Father's Day
My father taught me how to wipe my ass, front to back, never the other way around because BAAAAD things would happen.
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I hope I don't have to bike in the rain
In the past three days, I’ve killed two ants and a wolf spider. I felt nothing until their bodies crumpled under my tools like licorice wrappers. And then I became a murderer. Does everything curl up in completion when it dies or only when impacted by a phone book, a shoe? It was supposed to…