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[claire_writes]

i love it when the whole house smells like coffee.
i like to be knocked out by smells
like acid- completely overturned.
all i care about is building
castles and railroad tracks for steam engines.
i like interrupted sleep.
i love pretension.
the green arrow for the left hand
turn lane
makes me feel special.
i have dreams
about a life
i haven't even begun
to inhabit.
all i know
is that it involves
cherrywood backs
and a lot of terror.
i think the brown table
all my books, bras,
and earrings
are sitting on
has declared war on my sleep
and is taking it down
lash
by
lash.
a week ago
i was happy as
homemade strawberry jam
and blushing
fruit chunks
all over the restaurant floor
and suddenly
i am more full
of spite and tragedy
than a five year old's
spilled
icecream.
i am kicking kids
off swings
and handing them
knitting needles and check books
to play with-
we both let our eyes
sparkle
at the inappropriate
enchantment.
one of my best kept
secrets
is that i don't
like
other people
to succeed-
when i am
failing
i am
a wine
magician,
and an excellent
salesmen-
last semester
i was on
the dean's list.
this spring
i know the
names and spikes
of more
midnight bartenders
than i do
new words.
i love
the sound
of a
whisker.
i am pissed off
about losing
an hour
i want it
back.