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doubt in the time of Aries
It's raining outside. It's raining inside, too. The fine droplets collect about my heart, like frills to shimmy with; but they'll never reach my tear ducts. Still, they bind me. They are too heavy and I'm too out of touch to dance. A hint of doubt and deceit, and I'm derailed. I crave to be omniscient. But that will never happen, and so I'm lost, ( Read more... ) -
hands
Her hands were very beautiful, but coarse. She had worked on engines with those hands, picked apples, played a flute, manual labor and cleaning. They were every bit a woman’s hands, supple, but formidable. I look at my hands. They are like hers, but softer. I was the sheltered girl, like Repunzel, only the poor version. I was locked in the car, or ( Read more... ) -
cycle
my fingers stick to your cold butter sides, and we ride on. the road is racing, behind lost highway, mile signs like tufts of grass, the sky blistered coal. will you look back? -
revelry
back again for confession.
i know if he shows up now and i've been getting drunk alone, he will feel more attached to me. i'll wait however long, until he finishes his beer with his friend, and i'll wait for him.
duties neglected, a paper due, and montezuma has opened my tear ducts and i've cried because i'm sad, but also, because the world sucks.
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lee
they speak of the calm before a storm. like the air lying down in wait, receptive and seductive. i'm at a café window longing to be outside. outside there is a metal chair and table covered in little puddles glinting like wax. a leaf caresses the table in the wind, as if in love with steel. looking at this, i'm convinced that nothing is mute, blind ( Read more... ) -
goo
i feel silly making this list, but i want to remember the details, or show myself what i've been missing--maybe even what i deserve? eh, that's too cliché. no... i want to challenge myself to acknowledge, appreciate, and reciprocate a good thing; then to maintain it as it changes and hopefully, possibly, grows (insert necessary disclaimers). and i ( Read more... ) -
a moment
it always feels like magic when it rains; the sky is cutting loose, sharing the sea with us, reminding us that this little flotsam of land is just a thin wedge between elements, and so full of liquid and air that it is barely land at all ( Read more... ) -
unsettling serenity
i was in the desert, on some kind of mission, and was walking alone. i stopped suddenly; off in the distance, i could see a spaceship, a bulky one--much like Serenity in Firefly. it was hovering above a clearing where there were a few cars, and it was too far to see what was going on; but i had the sense that they would destroy any sign of life ( Read more... ) -
pajama biking
last night the boyfriend said "i love you," but it was in relation to something funny i did or said, and he was drunk. but the words still stuck in my head, and i don't remember what exactly caused him to say that. he said it with such joy, ease, and whimsy and it didn't sound serious or dramatic at all.
it was a wild night. my inhibitions flew away ( Read more... ) -
dry
my words have lost themselves. my last muse died, and his atoms don't speak to me anymore. it must be a pale land for him beyond the grave.