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I will never love anyone or anything as much as I thought she loved me
"That is the woman I love ( Read more... ) -
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Went I was younger, I always liked dessert. To be honest though, the whole world seemed far too obsessed with it. I liked the complex flavors of vegetables, the rich blandness of meat that promised fullness and something called protein. I like spices and soy sauce and most of all, I loved cheese. Mac and cheese, hamburger helper, you know, all ( Read more... ) -
Please
Please, somebody love me.
But don't get so close. -
Connection part 2
I believed in connection until I realized how easily it is severed and reattached to the closest person. Perhaps my closest friend. Perhaps my never friend. A dance of me needing a shoulder and her needing to be needed. Me think she was awesome and her needing to be thought to be awesome. -
keys
I look down at my keys. there are all these little clues. So many rhinestone girly keys. too many really. I cheat. Some are from old apartments or copies I made that never worked. But too many. Apparently this isn't feminine, even with the dragonflies and moons and shiny little specs of plastic cut to resemble diamonds. barely. If this were ( Read more... ) -
Connection
You say that you can’t keep up with my wordy brain
Mine refuses to wrap itself around the numbers in yours
But our bodies knew each other
The first time we embraced
And our souls slide together
Like folders in alphanumeric order -
written sometime this summer - 2
you scratched my window every night
It made me think I would die
Perhaps you would be accompanied by Trumpets
Hailing the second coming
In the end you died
Before I stopped believing
That we would die together
in the apocalypse -
written sometime this summer
Stress the system with too many demands
And coping mechanisms (not responding)
The sadness and anxiety
I thought I closed
Turn out to have been running in the background
Restart
The operating system reverts
Back to the Anti-Jennifer version
I thought I had upgraded -
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The rain
Started as I exited.
I ran there,
Watching
Each drop.
Watching
New patterns
Form on my skirt -
My body protecting
The book
I return
And walk back,
Feeling
Each drop.
I may have been
Asleep for a year -
Awakening to the smell
Of rain
Instead of coffee. -
Mona Lisa, rabbit’s hole, Cat’s Cradle is the new Bears Beets Battlestar Galactica
"Everyone who tells a story tells it differently, just to remind us that everybody sees it differently. Some people say there are true things to be found, some people say there are things to be proved. I don’t believe them. The only thing for certain is how complicated it all is, like string full of knots. It’s all there but hard to find the ( Read more... )