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Month: September 2009

  • Tuesday

    Tuesday a day of extended anxiety “on” for the job “on” for my class and just for kicks when I’m tired enough to rest my head a phone call cancer is terminal again nothing the doctors can do six months twelve months lungsthyroidbonemarrowandmoremoremore cancer is a carnival worker smiling to my family, leering at them…

  • New Guy, Same Story.

    The new one says casually I like you. I say, I like you, too. We continue driving barely touching fingers. That new one with his easy smile that I sense is not so easy. The new one who will never win my complete adoration Typical manspeak he meant it as a compliment It wasn’t. He…

  • Trilogy of 10-line Poems

    Between Birth and Decay My aunt had cancer. Actually, she still does. It’s just rotting with her bones in an underground cavern. Between birth and decay, it’s the suffering that counts. Malinger away. Two other aunts have cancer now. Don’t they deserve it, never coming to visit never seeing the suffering until the end. More…

  • Killing My Mother(s)

    Am I going to kill my mother? My Aunt Ty died. Now, two other aunts on that same side of the family have cancer. These three aunts have at least one thing in common: they always swore that there’d been a mistake and I was their daughter. My aunts soon to be dead or already…

  • entrapment

    So this is simultaneously it end of him, end of him the two of them should run off together bound by their would-be wounded souls unchained to my inconvenience and instability. I should give the international one’s number to the local one both law enforcement sorts I entrapped them both sue me. Or better yet…

  • jilting: the best of

    I know I was jilted because of my freckles, at least once. Two, maybe four, times for my hair. They always said they liked short girls but when you’re trying to get laid, that’s probably the thing to say. Let me reiterate. Air Force John was a douche. His hobbies included cuddling, talking about a…

  • Update on the Update of Motherhood.

    I am now a mother!!!!!!!!!!!! Poppy and I are getting along famously in our 24-hour relationship. She is an older dog, at four, but she’s everything I wanted in a dog. She doesn’t understand stairs and it takes about 40 minutes of walking for her to poo (even after 30 minutes in the crate after…

  • An Update on Motherhood.

    I’m sad to say I will not be adopting Ro. The foster family said she needed a companion dog. Forget that I would provide her with a permanent home, instead of a halfway house. Apparently at this particular Humane Society, the fosters get the final say and not the organization. The HS apologized to me…

  • Rain Aplenty

    The seven-day forecast is gloom. A happy time for me even if the pressure makes my head hurt. There’s always rain aplenty if you look hard enough. I do. Note: I may or may not be finished with this. I’m not sure if I want to do anymore or if this is just some thought…

  • Medicated Lady to be a Mother

    Medicated Lady has decided she needs a dog. Although she was sure 2 labs would make the perfect pets, she decided that perhaps two dogs as big as she is was not necessarily a good thing. ML has spent days looking for a doggy at various shelters. She thinks it’s fine if other people want…