Category: About me
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Birthday
I’m dead with dying There is an eye I refuse to catch I was born with knowing I look and I listen and I discern I know You’ve caught my eye I’m not God But I know Tell me everything The bile and the filth and the worst, pour it All that will be left…
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How to Appear Competent in All Situations
It’s been brought to my attention that I have a knack for convincing the good people in my world I’m competent until it’s much too late for them to do anything about it. It was brought to my attention recently when I mentioned to a friend that I was changing jobs and she said she…
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a transcript of the end
[begin transcript] me: How’s work tonight? him: pretty slow him: what u doing up [it’s 2:02 am on a Sunday] me: Good question. I keep waking up. me: Are we gonna still see each other or…? him: Yah I have to you about that but don’t want to do it over text me: ok, not…
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punched
it was a small statement words with a gentle punch I’ll take the dogs out, he said on a Sunday morning leaving me to rest he knew I needed to rest on a Sunday morning
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Things I’ve Learned from Various Straight Men So Far
• his thoughts weren’t worth my penny, I decided (much too late) • if you want to keep him, don’t let him take you to Hot Springs • I’m needy • I’m weak • I’m bull-headed stubborn • if you want to get rid of him, talk about your own problems • if you like…
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What Comes Next (Words on My Lips)
“you know what comes next,” I say to him with a sad smile it’s a smile I think he’ll come to know well >>>>>>> on my lips a song from yesterday words not quite audible not quite decipherable the melody doing the work working the doing working the words slowly forming on my lips
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COMING CLEAN (IN A DIRTY SORT OF WAY)
Dear Readers. I have agonized for you. The hurt you will feel. So I’m just going to come clean (not necessarily sober): I’m a slightly less medicated lady. There. The trazodone had to go. Over the past few months, there has been a marked increase of misfirings in my brain, producing cognitive confusion and speech…
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Streamers
caught up in the stream of things the streamers I made as a 10-year-old still hanging from the rec room ceiling where my father tacked them a long ago place never touched and now a new place that takes me back to when I was 21 and how much I couldn’t enjoy my life then
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Something Other Than Fate
On Monday, happenstance occurred. Happenstance, I say, because I’m not sure I believe in fate or destiny, puzzle pieces fitting together just so. I see a yellow sticky note on my office floor. I leave it there for several hours. I have things to do. In the mid-afternoon, I pick up the note and take…
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