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Month: January 2009

  • To My Dearest, Part 2

    *Written by emerging poet extraordinaire, Straight Up Carol To my dearest. Fuck you for leaving me.  I actually loved you.  I actually loved you and that is why I am hurting so much even now after all this time. You seem to be doing fine and I am still openly hurting. Fuck you for not…

  • Time Change

    My friend, Lamar, recently posted about living in the past and the future and trying to find balance in the now. It made me think. I only have brief moments of clarity in which I totally feel the now. For example, I live in the now when I realize this or that sucks. When I…

  • Susceptibility

    when the temperature is low is it cold for everyone else I’m susceptible to dehydration ant bites fainting light-headedness allergies hypochondria sadness dry skin picking men who are not good for me good humor plump lips squinty eyes being ensnared height jokes ageism ticking you

  • Months Later, In Response

    I remember what you said about falling in love before I knew what was happening.   New loves without embodiment aside from my imagination.   The most fulfilling part of dreaming is before you wake up.   Let me sleep for a bit longer.

  • Games I Don’t Like to Play

    If I took you on confronted you with what I want would you want the same?   I’m in a maze and I’ve forgotten that if you trace your path along one side of the maze, you can find your way out. How do I remember? What wall is there to cling to?   Oh,…

  • Pay Later

    And just like that the wind shifts The future is futile I’m in the now now now Wanting what I can get Even if the supply is limited And the offer running out I’m ordering now Paying later

  • Unfinished: The Haikus

    Haiku Poems: On What I Won’t Experience with the New Him   fingers through your hair the feel of just-mown lawn grass sparks fly with my touch   so you want to go back Japan is lovely I hear no more me to see

  • Burned Nothings

      burned cookies     are nothing to burned fingers are nothing to burned egos are nothing to burned feelings are nothing to burned beings are nothing to you  

  • Self-injurious Behavior

    I knew there would be nothing between us, when you said I was easy to talk to, that you were comfortable telling things to me. Too close to the words he said, and I knew you were a different face, a different name, even a different man, but also, the same. He would tell me things…

  • Untitled

    Would I go back? Of course, I would to a time of physical discovery and comfort. I want that again and wanting is a sweet ache. I want to do what he won’t, a separate pain that prevents me from moving through viscous dreams to reality.   And anyway. If it were true, if it…