Month: August 2009
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Pony-Boy Puddin’
I always thought I was better than you. I am going to get thinner to get back at you. It doesn’t even out but comes close meaning I came close meaning I almost came close but not quite once. You are not a stallion, pony-boy. A hard body with a soft little puddin’ mind. Punishment.…
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Happy Home
We’ve built a happy home created the life we wanted the bubble that won’t pop the reality blissfully skewed to our liking With adopted children from the midsection cousins in far away places uncles and aunts and mothers and fathers from all those places we’ve never been Our family medicatedpoeticladygrin writers, conspirators, sympathizers, antagonists all…
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Not Much Point to this Post
I feel as though you and I, dear reader, are beyond polite conversation. That’s why I say I probably will not have a sustained meaningful or sexual relationship with the guy who sent me an email to say hello and that he was surprised he could read the email I sent him through a dating…
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Look Again
Look again ornamental resolution is absurd Keep in mind again yen is not zen Tell me again Against the grain is so passé You know this lesson. you know this omen Resurrection
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Scrambled 81
April 1981. My brother and I are running around the backyard, searching for Easter eggs. It’s cold. Our movements are static, slightly-delayed in my mind—as though this is not a memory but an old slide-show film from the 70s. He’s being nice to me for once, my brother. I remember that. Just yesterday,…
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Spasm
My ear has been gurgling for a few days. Making internal sounds that sound like choking and feel like muscle spasms. The choking I get, the Eustachian tubes being cock-blocked, or blocked in any case. The spasms confuse me. There are no muscles. Can tubes quiver? There’s no pain (yet) just an itch that would…
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Naming
Jonesing it isn’t the best way to go he thinks solemnly while testing the tap for cold, not hot finds himself enveloped in tepid which wouldn’t be so bad if he’d had the time to spare Joshing it works by virtue of virtue and for some reason he likes the thought but it fades as…
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