February 2010
15 posts
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January 2010
49 posts
“And you’ve broken your only doll. And what will you do with a girl if...”
my dream girl don’t exist
and at the age of...
“It was dirt and dirt is all the same.”
Aa
I’m not entirely sure as to how you see me. What I do know is that for some strange, inexplicable reason you believe in me, the work I [will] create, and find me to be interesting. Hearing you say that means more to me than you will ever know and I almost believe it too (which is really saying something). I love everything you say. You’re brilliant. I wish we could talk more and spend...
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“When you’re dead I’ll search for you, like Orpheus, I’ll find...”
Come On Mood Shift
I found myself at Michael’s today after History of American Women was dismissed. I was on the hunt for six nylon brushes, three 6B charcoal pencils, and a smooth bristol pad.
One of the women who worked there asked if I needed help. “I am finding everything that I need, thank you.” I had been on the verge of tears all day and then I heard, “Well, I am here if you need...
Fare Thee Well
Flakes of the Sistine Chapel fell from above
Landing gently on the cadaver’s eyelids
The face of God contoured to its left cheek
Meat cleavers came down softly on apples from the forbidden tree, sliced so thin they were sheer
Unhinged hips, loosened washers that fastened her torso rigid
Styrofoam plates, red Solo Cups, cheap plastic forks, even cheaper plastic knives
A most elegant...
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“At your house the smell of our still living human bodies and oven gas.”
The Plaza Hotel
After the last boxes have been unpacked and we’re officially moved in, I’ll leave you to run down to Tribeca for Lori rolls and wasabi. Before I shut the door behind me I will casually ask, “Do I strike you as woman who knows how to play the cello?”
Enough Is Enough
It tore apart the canyon running down your femur I thought that it was beautiful, it made me a believer
But you packed up your clothes in that bag every night
I would try to grab your ankles, what a pitiful sight
But after over a year, I stopped trying to stop you from stomping out that door, coming back like you always do
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If I didn’t know any better I think...
Box Up the Vinyl
“almost home, when I missed the bottom stair”
It would seem as though these erratic tendencies of mine follow a pattern.
I chose to feel it and you couldn’t choose. I’ll write you a postcard.
Genuflections and Absolutions
You came over seventeen minutes past midnight. Parading around the kitchen in nothing but fur coats we baked kitchen sink pizzas, waltzing to whatever vinyl you blindly chose. After three rounds of Goodbye Sighs we tripped up stairs to the writing den where love letters typed on the back of postcards poured from your fingertips. Calloused fingers bled and I fashioned Band-Aids for you out of the...
In A Word
This wouldn’t be the first time something like this has happened. I am completely aware of what I’m doing, the repercussions these actions will have, and the mess I am going to face once the dust settles. I never did find the gift of self-control in my stocking on Christmas.
Me Too Joel, Me Too
“Why do I fall in love with every woman I see who shows me the least bit of attention?”
I need to watch this movie. I cannot bring myself to watch this movie.
“Warning: The following clip contains disturbing subject matter and will ruin...”
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apowerfulbeat:
PLEASE LET THIS BE TRUE!
I’ve got reservations
about so many...
Narcissus
In order to combat this feeling it seems as though the only logical course of action would be to turn into a narcissist, love myself, and only myself. Perhaps I will find some spare self-confidence on the subway or on the floor of Terminal 5 tonight. I remain optimistic.
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Svetlana sucks lemons across from me
and I am...
“See, I got gone when I got wise, but I can’t with certainty say we...”
Great Tom
he was to be married but saw no reason to deny himself of such beauty—
allowing himself the singular pleasure of touching her knee
but most of all I’d like you to be unaware
and...
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Joanna Newsom Lines Up U.S. Dates
scrape your knee, it is only skin
makes the sound of violins
and when I cut your hair and leave the birds all of the trimmings
I am the happiest woman among all women
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Honey, The Milk's Gone Sour Again
I woke up this morning thinking, “you stupid, stupid girl.” I should have just let things be. Clearly things are never going to be the same. The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference.
It happens all the time. People change, they grow apart, one might even say they “peak”. I loved you. Perhaps we’re not so different after all.
“Accompany me by the kitchen sink. We talk about love, we talk about dishwater...”
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Town Hall
Don’t let what was effect what we will be.