Category: wandering mind

  • Meant to be seen

    I haven’t gone IN in a while. Maybe it’s because I’ve been pretty content and fear is keeping me from dragging my feet against the river bottom. I don’t want to deal with all the silt. I don’t want to muddy the water. I told my mom that I got my tattoo, so I wouldn’t…

  • well-oiled machine

    I can’t think at length anymore. Everything is short city blocks of thought. This morning is cold, my skin is peeling. I’ve been told to stay out of the sun, but who purposefully avoids warmth? There is nothing in this post, I’m just out of practice. Gold skin, but underneath just skin and bone. I…

  • Dirt day

    There’s a broken pipe in the ceiling at work. I hope it’s not toilet water from upstairs. Every ten minutes or so brown earth comes crashing onto the linoleum – a collection of years, fossils, rat shit and plaster. I’m curious how it got there in the first place, how long it’s been there caking,…

  • Letters in the Mail

    I just discovered The Rumpus which is sort of a literary/culture website that’s slightly intimidating and hipster-ish, but that I have been lost in for about an hour. The coolest part: Letters in the Mail. “Almost every week you’ll receive a letter, in the mail. Letter writers will include Dave Eggers, Tao Lin, Stephen Elliott,…

  • Black hole

    I keep dreaming about you and I’m not sure why – two appearances two nights ago, one last night. I’ve stolen your body, breasts, hair, hands and fit them into myself the only way I can. But what dreams are lost in singularity – the core of our black minds? What else have I done…

  • My word of the day: Grifter

    Grifter: -noun Slang. 1. A person who operates a side show at a circus, fair, etc., especially a gambling attraction. 2. a swindler, dishonest gambler, or the like.

  • Clean feet during hibernation is imperative

    I’m turning inside and around. If I could I would hibernate in someone’s naval poking my toes out for fresh air.

  • Runaway

    On Saturday, I noticed a silver object floating through our backyard – gracefully, lazily. I went to the window to see what it was and saw a star balloon with a flitting white strand passing into the neighbors yard, over the laundry lines and I followed it until it disappeared among the row houses. I’ve…

  • Good and frothy

    It’s too early for people to be screaming over each other about the Steelers and how terrible Roethlisberger is how terrible a human being Roethlisberger is. There’s Chinese characters on the vacation board. I feel wet and feverish. On Friday, our friends had a baby from a surrogate – their baby! And if you knew…

  • Galco

    I’d like to fall on the floor. Or if it was warm enough grass, but it’s not warm enough, the ground is block-ice, so I’d like to fall on the floor and let my cat walk over my chest dimpling circling tracing until she found the right mass. Brass and rivets. She’d use one long…