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  • Present, Future

    This day is going better than yesterday because   I do not have to go to the dentist. I have not locked myself out of my car (yet). I am planning to eat all day so as not to get so hungry and stay within my point range for Weight Watchers. Although my gums are…

  • Let Your Wheat Flags Fly

    Have I mentioned how much I like wheat products?  Bread, crackers, cereal, more bread. Lately, my diet has consisted of light sourdough bread, plain or toasted with spray butter, and oranges. I did have protein yesterday.

  • the Obvious

    My coworker said, “Hey, you’ve got that Don Corleon look going on.” I would frown if my face was capable of contorting. Instead, I wonder if I’m drooling on myself.   Once swelling begins to recede, that’s when you start feeling the effects of constriction. My jaw feels like a giant bruise.   I had…

  • And Another Thing

    I told my friend, I think this one seems worse than the last one. She said, I wouldn’t go that far, and I laughed. Still, he’s no winner. Which is really what bothers me…the other one was a flat-out jerk and I just chose to look the other way by contorting my head, like that…

  • Traitor: An Acknowledgement, Nothing Profound

    My friend says, “you’re not a traitor.” And it touches me in a way that I can’t quite define, except to say it’s a mixture of relief and grief and something else. Because I miss him. The first one, I mean. I miss smiling.   I have a secret memory I won’t share but it…

  • The Bitter End

    And so we’re here. The bitter end. My friend says drunkenly.   I’ve been living here for ages, I say in a sleep haze.   We talk for a few moments. We slur. It doesn’t matter how indecipherable the words are. We understand each other.   I think I drift off to sleep. He’s talking to other…

  • Dueling, Dueting

    Here’s how on-the-same-page poeticgrin and I are.     poeticgrin’s email:   Medicated Lady.  This is the same conversation we just had.   medicatedlady: What do you like to eat? poeticgrin: Cheeseburgers. medicatedlady: I love cheeseburgers.   What are you talking about?     My version:   This was our conversation.   Him (yesterday): you paint…

  • P.S. I (heart) you…

    because no one else has ever called me or my writing gentle because you don’t tire of me because you recognize insufferable positivity is positively insufferable because you encourage me to curse because somehow, some way, you get me because you pacify my angst with your words and tell me there, there it’s not so…

  • On Blogging Poetics

    Anonymous poetry is better than anonymous sex While he’ll snore and creep like a coward You, dearest reader, will see me in the morning and be able to look me in the soul He’ll bear his ass But you’ll bear witness and be strong enough to comment on it

  • State of Affairs

    This is an email I sent to poeticgrin a while back. Forgive my language.   Medicatedlady: would like to knock the shit of the Wii versions of clueless dumbass and herself. wants to rage against the machine but something within her is preventing her, forcing pressure to well up, and that’s never a good fucking…