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Month: June 2011

  • Wood spine, I'm full of slivers

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    Virginia Woolf killed an ant last night. I’m blaming her. I feel slightly guilty. That fat grape ant. It was quick. On the dresser. Keep to the kitchen, lady. I have nothing to say. I keep twiddling something. I keep staring at myself as I go around. Then around. I want to pound it out…

  • Today is my brother's birthday

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    Happy Verry Merry Van Birthday (his slogan, not mine, although I wish I had come up with it) to my brother who is 30 today. When I asked him what he wanted he mentioned a gift certificate to one place or a gift certificate to Threadless as he said “I want to replace a shirt…

  • Lunch break

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    My body is full of squirrels trying to fuck each other. Today at least. I’ve been peachy peachy the last few days. Maybe because I’ve been writing ALL day like 8 hours like when I shouldn’t be because I might get in trouble. But I did it anyway. And now today, I actually have things…

  • Revision dreams

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    This morning I was on a space mission. My second one. The town consisted of market tents, street sellers. I went to look at a wig, but they were all black hair, black hats, dreadlocks and I knew they would clash on my white skin. But I tried one on, looked in the mirror and…

  • My newly-tuned wheels

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  • The poet necklace

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    I went INTO the bank yesterday. I never go INTO the bank, I usually just use the ATM, but I needed to put rent money in and it seemed ridiculous to put hundreds of dollars in 20s into the ATM and this is the “sketchy” bank, not the nicer bank. But what’s funny (or possibly…

  • Not recommended for outside use

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    My shirt smells faintly like basement. Musty, muggy. Green swamp. Plant parts. Washed in earth. My dreams have been chopped meat. Meaty dreams. Choppy dreams. Images and nothing else. But the last two nights I’ve woken in the morning and felt full. Stuffed. Over-packed luggage. P laughed in his sleep two nights ago and I’d…

  • Thieves

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    Greedy birds. Almost thieves. But we put out seed and they come. More come. Doves, red and brown finch-like ones that I can’t put a name to. The only ones I know for sure are the cardinals, Blue jays. The big names. Yesterday morning, I felt love’s vein. Someone’s pain down my arm. There’s so…

  • Truth in the toilet ring

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    MMM, beer. A warm liquid pot. Pat hovering his face over the steam. The potato, nutty smell of amber water. You smell smells you’d never smell when you make beer, he said. Hops and grains. I wonder how hard it is to grow HOps. I like to say it like that, the onomatopoetic way –…

  • community

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    This morning, Pat drove me to work. When the mechanic recommends you NOT drive your car, you should listen. I saw a homeless man kick discarded tin foil on the ground. Looking for trashed food, I think. It was empty. He moved on down main street. Past the fried chicken place, the taco bell skeleton,…