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  • Soft: A Diagnosis

    Too available My diagnosis My judgment And then I saw him looking trendy and sweet ordering a burrito with guacamole and cheese. There was no air conditioning so we sweated it out while we relaxed in each other’s company. His hair looked soft as did his hands. And as it turned out soft is what…

  • Say

    My ex-boyfriend asked           How is the world treating you these days? My ex-boyfriend said           I have no affection to give you. So when my new boyfriend says           I have a headache. I do not say           I’m sorry, honey. I do not say           Is there something I can do to make…

  • Bunny Dearest: A Love Child is Born

    Bunny and I met recently through Bryan and we’ve fallen in love. He’s also our Asian love child, which has a little bit of an Oedipus-esque twist minus the shame and eyegauging, and I am happy to share the fruits of our love with all of my dear readers. I. From dearest Bunny Belletryst. Careful,…

  • Interstating

    It was not guilt or compassion or passion or curiosity that drove him It was happenstance that he saw me on the interstate He thought of me only because I came into his line of vision

  • Aisles, Isles

    In an effort to reconcile his true feelings with the rules of genteelism he told her he would love to go with her to the Department Store. He walks down the aisles diligently attentive knowing aisles are more than aisles and isles are more than isles he doesn’t like either very much. So they spent…

  • Dying Starts Here

    I worry when someone goes into the hospital Kidneys shutting down Liver shutting down We don’t know why may never know whywhywhywhywhy haven’t we had enough of this already once the dying starts, it doesn’t stop Clogged arteries are blocked lifelines legs becoming starved for oxygen good news he has periphery veins and leg pains…

  • You and the Dirt

    Stickered existence I was a victim of a drive-by the brushing of a Holly tree and the prickers lining the plastic leaves The scrape of bark nature’s equivalent to concrete I will bleed and it will be sweet And then there’s pine needles and rocks and caves the dangers obvious the consequences clear Deep down…

  • Cosmic Binder Clips

    I’ve accepted paper clips, rusted when I should have chosen binder clips, the fancy kind bigger the better, easier to keep all of me in one place.   I’ve kept myself in messy stacks papers sticking to other papers and other stacks useless copies, rereading what I’ve written twice already.   I’ve favorite pens that…

  • SuckerPunch: What To Do, What To Do

    It’s happened. A continuation of a saga I thought was as over as it was going to be. Maybe it’s predictable. But the wind is knocked out of me and I feel as though my life depends on how I recover my breath. My ex-boyfriend emailed me, asking how the world was treating me. When…

  • Resting Place

    My mother gave me pictures of her and her son both dead We all die sooner or later No one comes into the world thinking she will suffer a lingering, painful death or that he will die of a ruptured ulcer We all die quickly or slowly We all die of trivial things which is…