Category: wandering mind
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Eat only from the bowl
Well I made it until 2. And now Tula and I are sharing a bowl of popcorn in bed except she keeps licking the kernels and leaving them, so I gave her a pile which she’ll leave anyway, which I’ll have to clean up. It’s raining. It’s been raining. I don’t know if popcorn and…
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white noise
Today my head is slightly removed from my body. My coffee is too strong with usually is a good thing, but today it leaves too much acidity on my tongue. I hear noises, telephones, buzzing and some of them seem so close and piercing and some seem really far away. But the telephones are far…
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Quick cold
The worse is when you feel it coming. The sandpaper throat when you swallow. The itching in your ears. The high school marching band wailing off key in your head. I loaded up the vitamins, drank some tea, but it’s too late already. It’s like trying to pee on a forest fire to put it…
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out on a limb
Sometimes, like today, I feel like I feel feelings too much to function in a normal world. The everyday work. The chaos. The cellphone world. The internet world. The connected to wires and everything connected back world. I can hardly handle my own feelings let alone reading about, seeing, being a witness to everyone else’s…
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Home and tired
The tree outside has red lollipops on the branches. The daffodils popped open like yellow parasoles while I was gone. More sprouts, more flowers, so many more than I even planted. There’s promise in the pool of water at the base of my tulips. Tomorrow in the 80s and then back down to the 60s,…
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Waiting room
This morning in the head-lady’s office, a young guy walked in with a dunkin donuts coffee, he smelled like expensive generic cologne and looked like he walked out of a ralph lauren ad with the white sailor shoes and the cream-colored wind breaker. He seemed too happy to be seeing a therapist and he wondered…
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50 more years to retirement
the bathroom smells like cheap perfume – dear intern, please get better perfume. The walls are an insane asylum gray or white? Or gray? Or white? Or yellow from the florescent lights? Or jaundiced like a sick woman’s skin? No one wants to hear your hiccups even though you think they do. Hiccups don’t warrant sympathy.…
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u complete me
We can’t sit at a table alone anymore. We have to be waiting – for someone, something to show. We can’t stare at the flowers and wonder if they’re real. We can’t study the inside structure of fruit. We can’t take a breath, spend 10 minutes scanning the menu painted on the wall. We can’t…