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

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

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.
from here

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...)

real estate dreams

outdoor fans with wide blades, gathering dust

white front porch with sheer curtains

vintage claw foot bathtub and lavender

recipes written on cards, kept in old library catalog cabinets

a glass for every drink, a flower for every room

request

i will
make you
brunch
if
you kiss my cheeks
and call
me
sweetie pie

quand je suis triste, je pense à

Marriage Numbers Babies Air_Planes

Pills Hips Telephones

Trees Decisions

Ticks and Tocks

Back and Forth

Over and Under

Looking but not Finding.