Nobody asked, but you and I both know I'm never one to say the least. I always let the brook babble 'til it's more of a flood. And god, that NOAH!

Ha, that sounded fairly biblical.

Excuse me. Let me put on my cryptic-bitch mask for you. I forgot, I'm not captainmplanet now - just the scavenger, Miss Medusa, Wicked Witch of the West. East, too. How ( Read more... )

An idea: dissolve myself into spores. God or the wind willing, disperse myselves and see if I can't land upon your shoulder. Melt the ice. Oh reticence. Oh cheap, fragrant cherries distilled, poisoned by the touch of tongue. I hate that I exist without, but it is the Marianne Condition. Similar in property to the Human Condition, I suppose ( Read more... )

Pre-emptive attack, the flood. Not Noah's. Mine.

Before the chorus even screeches across the plains of eardrums, the needles are heated and the throat wants more smoke. I'm forgetting even why it is--why I am. Why I is am when I should be amn't.

Nothing fucks with you like the future. Because it can. It's like a, it's like a call.The ( Read more... )

My lips are on strike. The picket line won't curve upward. Set, set, set as my silly innards in some special milk of misery. This is the compilation of frustrations that will not stay a safe distance away. Rather they curl all around my neck and scratch at my skin like woolly scarves or impatient cats, undeclawed. I am strangling myself with ( Read more... )

This is the land of ten-thousand lakes and ten-million gophers.

What do gophers do? They burrow. Watch me go.

Funny the lashes that blink under the weight of some salty need for vengeance, now dried, lie still as the horse-hair lashes on a doll unmoving. I liberated myself. From myself.

At the price of poetry, I think.

Asbestos and asterisks crawl the walls in my lungs, capillaries bursting as the temples twitch, recalling the empty space in his futon tonight, want to listen to Fiona Apple want my ovaries not to operate on a two-week cycle as if the moon herself had been dribbled into a new orbit, a smoother faster ride around a heavier smellier planet. Were I ( Read more... )

And it won't go away all I can do is ignore it I'm popping aspirin like it's Adderall. The behemoth invasion sucks up the electrons and pumps them into my stomach, nausea electrocuting my sides, unpleasant as your poking my sides was pleasant. Memory and love have ganged up on me and I want to eat the mud, suffocate just so I don't have to face ( Read more... )

It was a landmark event: we were having lunch.That's Marya. That is. I miss her. We were meeting with regularity through fall and winter. But book tours and more novels tumbling onto the shelves are demanding mistresses, and so we'll meet in May ( Read more... )

We have no thing (not nothing: no thing) of importance to say but there might be a quaint glass green bottle in which noxious or unnoxious gases are trapped. And gases trapped are like oppressed citizens. Must...be...let...free. I long ago stopped pretending that I know what I'm doing, where I'm going, and the like. It is a daily battle, a ( Read more... )