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breakin up
I moved out
I live in a studio
I was too tired and forgot to lock my bike up
and it was stolen outside Fred Meyer.
I met someone standing in the parking lot
who said he could get it back for me
so I gave him my phone number.
I bought a bed from a Sleep Country USA
from a pot bellied mattress salesman.
I got drunk on a Sunday
watching a movie called 6 ( Read more... ) -
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Nervousness ( Read more... ) -
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i know: i will throw you both very high up in the air and continue walking. if you survive your fall, through luck, or sheer strength of will or . . . whatever you have, and then keep crawling after me, i'm yours ( Read more... ) -
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In a windy space, in a hollow space filled with static, in a nest, in a tree house in the very far away woods, on the side of a mountain, alone, with the white dog running up and down the steep face-these are the places I have rested ( Read more... ) -
jenn long, quote of the day.
someone urinated on my calf. it's a typical situation in these typical times. too many choices. -
no subji
It was hard to see the world and act a part, like watching the deft hands of a sushi chef at the wooden bar cutting quick rhomboids of fish, I saw it timidly at first because of the proximity, and then could not stop staring. There are so many movements, so choreographed and elegant, so many faces and lifes cutting paths around me. But staring ( Read more... ) -
christmas
blah blah christmas. -
your pink lips
Your pink lips!
You're a ghost of Edie Sedgwick
In that striped shirt with
Your eyes--so doe-fully
mute when I talk.
Like you playfully died
At night again,
under the green
tinted footlights
of a corroded dock with me.
The black salt body
Stretching away from our scene.
We sit at the same table
in this coffee shop
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pizza poem #1
We’re people. We like things.
We like work-there is enthusiasm
In this pizza shop-we like
Water. We like knowing how
to read, weather. Small talk.
We like things we forgot we knew
How to like.
I love eating pizza. I don’t
Know how to relate to even
One human being, but I
Know the solace of a yellow lit
Paggliachi's where no one is
Talking to me.
I watched the ( Read more... )
