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Month: December 2008

  • Doors: Not a Poetic Post

    This is not an ending. It’s both a door to friendship and a promise that some other door will open with someone else. My latest boyfriend wants to be friends. Well. Okay, he’s not my boyfriend. I’d like a boyfriend. I’d like one too much. But I suppose the best reframe is that the pressure…

  • Oh, for Fuck’s Sake

    😦

  • Wasted Good Cheer

    The vast majority of my good cheer Has been wasted on strangers I’m grumpy now Crabby I think that I am the endearing kind of crabby

  • Happy Holidays (What the fuck kind of thing is that to say?)

    You dropped me with two little words. Happy Holidays. What the fuck kind of thing is that to say? I love my men instantaneously. And am always surprised when the two of us, “us,” combust spontaneously internally how could this happen to me how could he/you not love me why am I powerless to stop…

  • My Best Warm and Fuzzy Poem Yet

    that time of year when lips get chapped I stretch them taunt so the skin rips apart finally giving way to flaps that can be painfully torn away

  • You and me (meaning the other you and me)

    As the myth goes you were a cold bastard badforme in countless ways you used up my nonrenewable resources polluting the air forthehellofit As much as I hate to dwell I am still reminded of you every day you clutter me themythistherewaseveranyyouandme

  • You and me

    You have the look of someone nice mysterious sexy   You have a mind that is quick clever alert   It’s what it always is: a question of foundations Is your heart strong enough? Is mine?

  • Pastries: let’s not get ahead of ourselves

    Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.   Feeling momentarily hopeful is a far cry from being hopeful. My mood has lifted, but there’s a shadow in the back of my mind, always brooding, peripherally threatening me at all times.   Meeting someone new is not just scary, it’s terrifying. There’s the whole meeting for the…

  • Welcome

    If I wished at all I’d be content from here on From now until then   It was cold out, and he came to cook for me. The warmth of the oven did not compare to the warmth in my feet and gut. We pretended to work together as an excuse to get closer, him…

  • Unfinished Weather

    I know he’s worried about impending ice I’m worried about the inevitability of it all the end and all the rest   I’m trying to catch the plane train to see her before she goes and the weather closes in