i had a dream my boyfriend was a dark-haired boy named daniel who had a pet meerkat and performed illegal cosmetic surgery on red-headed twins.
24 June 2009
20 June 2009
saying goodbye

the house swells
with new orleans
humidity
and old passion
as i pack each box carefully,
and place them
outside.
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Lucie Peacock
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5:38 PM
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16 June 2009
ode to the swinger
you are more complicated than a thousand piece puzzle, more perplexing than vegan cheese, and, strangely, more intriguing than a 3AM infomercial...
tell me more about your adventures while i curl my body up beside you. (you just like to be held, you said. i haven't had a night like this in years.)
enjoy baton rouge, playboy, and call me sometime.
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Lucie Peacock
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12:17 AM
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07 June 2009
always making plans
will move north, have a son named Lake and a daughter named Dolores. and i'll make a cake for when you come over.
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Lucie Peacock
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2:05 PM
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06 June 2009
southern
the saddest girl
to ever hold a
mint julep.
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Lucie Peacock
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9:02 PM
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03 June 2009
stamp my passport
yearning, ache, ambition, appetite, aspiration, craving, craze, eagerness, fancy, fascination, hankering, hunger, longing, need, passion, thirst, urge, want
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Lucie Peacock
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9:42 AM
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02 June 2009
his body
A glass of wine
with you
over cheese and
pommes frites at
a place filled
with “such an uptown crowd”
as you put it
was like a
flirting manual out of
some awful women’s magazine
dripping with subscription cards.
She:
Open, towards him
Head tilted
Legs crossed
Leaning in, laughing, touching,
Brushing his knee
He:
Leans back,
Open, strong
Looking right at her
Watching her hand
As it brushes his
Knee
We walked outside to your bicycle
and you hugged me so tight
I kissed your rough cheek and said
‘I’ll call you’
You pulled me close again
And said.... “promise?”
And when you touch me my whole body tingles with anticipation
But I watch as you head back downtown instead of to my bed.....
I like you too much to sleep with you.
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Lucie Peacock
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7:25 PM
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30 May 2009
its a gamble

delicately place a shiny quarter in the slot machine (the one with the wheels, the lights, the bells-- looks promising, no?)
say a little wish please please please please please this is all i've got
place your hand on the lever and
wrap your fingers around it, tight pull it towards your body
and close your eyes
the machine gently shakes the little lights are blinking
on and off and on
you open your eyes slowly, sit up straight. . . tick tick tick and before you can let out a full breath
the spin comes to a close
one diamond, two diamonds, three diamonds is it a winner? debatable
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Lucie Peacock
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3:03 PM
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28 May 2009
motivation
White paper
Flashing screen
And yet
After all
The crazy investment
I don’t feel
Mo
Ti
Va
Ted
Why????
Because I don’t want to be a lawyer.
Jesus
I need to get through this
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Lucie Peacock
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9:56 PM
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pest deux
the pest i take now is not the same pest as then, but the principle still applies:
What are you doing with yourself Miss Blew? What are you doing with your knife?
My knife is going just fine, take me very much.
It is not sublime! You have to take the pest!!
I am afraid to snake the pest. The pest is so daunting.
The pest is your knife now.
Is this pest the pest I am smirking of?
Yes! That pest! The Less Satisfaction Ample Temperance pest!
I don’t snow why this pest is so deported anyway. It is, after all, just a pest.
Without this pest, Miss Glue, you will not have a slaw office.
I never said I wanted to have a slaw office! I never really wanted to be a slayer. I want to glee the world. I want to see other pantries. I only want to snake the pest so I can go to slaw school and have a good exploration.
Regardless Madam, the pest must be taken. You can’t change the pearls. That’s just how knife is.
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Lucie Peacock
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9:03 PM
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15 May 2009
ode to the oceanographer
cheesecake
champagne
and a cigarette you smoke with your left hand
i
luff
your bachelor pad
you
have
SUMMER
written all over you
(and i think i looked
everywhere...)
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Lucie Peacock
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12:08 PM
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