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Category: wandering mind

  • Journey of a bag-girl

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    For the Taste section at work, we are all supposed to think of some creative recipe for “Red, White and Blue” 4th of July barbecues and potato dishes and coleslaw and illegal fireworks the neighbor children set off at 11 p.m. and scare all the skunks to spray in our yard. I’m not really sure…

  • I need to work on better titles

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    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…

  • Creature comfort

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    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…

  • Belated Father's Day

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    My father taught me how to wipe my ass, front to back, never the other way around because BAAAAD things would happen.

  • I hope I don't have to bike in the rain

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    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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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,…