Category: wandering mind

I’m eating dark cherries. Grinding my teeth around the seed, scraping the last fruit bits. For my lunch break I went to an old church now a library to write. The Osterhout. Old women fishing for microfilm. Old men reading the news on the internet. Is my job obsolete? Moments ago on the sidewalk, dog…

Today I dressed all professional-like, but not old lady like, basically I put on a jacket. I was supposed to go to the dealership with Pat and he was going to sit there next to me while I try and act like I know what I’m talking about and try to act like I’m not…

You knew it didn’t you? Coming out like coming. The line, elation from your breast. A gulp and words become fruit, excess, planted. Our arid bodies. I feel jolts, the squeezed warm tingle. Rain. fiiiizzzzzFull lungs. I feel it from you and from you. Poet to poet to poem. I bite down to the nail,…

Wet body smell. Gasoline. Cigarettes. Muggy like a sewer. I look up to blue slits between cloud grates. Public square is a fishbowl, upside down, roulette wheel people spun: a woman scabbed with arms, white healing a fat boy on a bench unscuffed skate shoes, eating subway a pigeon waiting Muggy, eyes split peas My…

My voices took a walk. I went with them. Down Franklin street past the mansion. The biggest, oldest for sale. Garbage dumpster spray painted red, trash spilling out in excess. The ivy quakes, carpets brick buildings. Sweet chlorine from the YMCA, the street corner owned by smell. A hair salon on the second floor. Not…

I look damn good in clothes today. My guts cinched. A high waisted skirt. A poppyseed punctuating my teeth, hidden, my tongue works it out is working. I get chills, I sweat after showers. Nails ripped like notes from a pad. birth control breakfast, before coffee. I need a car. I need the West. I…

So I googled “ball of yarn” and got a synonymy: Clew who knew that would be educational? clew 1  (kl) n. 1. A ball of yarn or thread. 2. Greek Mythology The ball of thread used by Theseus to find his way out of the labyrinth. 3. clews The cords by which a hammock is suspended.…

My nose itches inside I’ve had a wedgie most of the day – don’t buy Victoria’s Secret boy shorts in white or any  color. I’m biting a hangnail and taste bug spray. I think I’ll eat a Popsicle. Peach. Fruit flakes.

Looking, driving, trying, financing  cars for the past month has just about pinched me pulp like a lime slice. I’ve been without my vehicular freedom for a while now and it’s screwing with my poetry. Going in with Pat, the bike I just can’t do anymore or did for a week I’m not a big…