i think you'd touch my body in ways it would make new sounds. something it's never whispered before.

she is there. pressed between dry palms that ache from grasping at shreds of a year. lay the pieces out on the floor and try to match together the rought edges.

let my hair shadow the page where you've weighed down heart songs with ink. feel the sharpness of winter in eyelashes and cracked corneres on fingers. i am immobilized by too much to do... like a fish with tail fins nibbled short or puppy leashes tied around legs.

touch and tell: my two favourite senses. take turns being the on-switch. because she is the kind of beautiful that only works in natural light. mother's compulsion becomes my consolation. picking at every blemish... imperfection. draw your hands over the landmarks and pause at the strangest one ( Read more... )

from Laura:

http://link.brightcove.com/services/player/bcpid932579976?

i wanna leave bite marks and scratches... hollow like that part where your thighs meet the bottom of your belly: that pelvic swallow

coax me out of pages like dried flowers dropping off of the pages.

tied up in labels - boy cut short hair and a dry mouth in the corners.

reset. i'm looking inwards for true love and craving sad sad songs. the soulful woman who's vibrato comes from dry red wine and cigarettes burning her throat the way her fingertips do for attention ( Read more... )

I stole this...I liked it.....fill it out, K? make it good.... or maybe we could spice it up by making them anonymous... and i can try to guess who you are?? oh god. i'm bored. See you at the pride parade tomorrow ( Read more... )

i'm waiting for my laundry to finish so i can toss it in the dryer before i go to sleep ( Read more... )

there's a topless man in my kitchen.. and i can hear a strange girl in my bathroom barfing. thank you little sister.....i'm horrified.