polka dots
to enter the new game
and vegas slots::
whiskey shots with the huguenots;
we're all harlots
wearing apricot
dresses and hats like
a hipster mascot;
suppose i overshot the cosmonaut,
but the summer is over just the same.
26 August 2011
20 August 2011
repeat repeat
i have short fingers
i have short, bitten nails,
i have wide wide hips and a white, bumpy tummy too.
my breasts are too large and my eyes are too small,
and my arms are reminiscent of sausages.
But I will paint these nails periwinkle, and use the short fingers to write and to touch, and to love --
i will use my whole body to love,
and to get love in return. And when i see it with my
too-small blue eyes, i and only
i will remember the map tattooed on my skin....
i have short, bitten nails,
i have wide wide hips and a white, bumpy tummy too.
my breasts are too large and my eyes are too small,
and my arms are reminiscent of sausages.
But I will paint these nails periwinkle, and use the short fingers to write and to touch, and to love --
i will use my whole body to love,
and to get love in return. And when i see it with my
too-small blue eyes, i and only
i will remember the map tattooed on my skin....
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13 August 2011
Help Wanted
Seeking highly qualified motivated individual
to work 80-100 hours per week
in a dark cave without access to sunlight or other people,
after 1 month free training!
must be willing to do heavy lifting, some travel (by foot), and sometimes pick up dry cleaning.
JD or Masters only!
This is an unpaid internship- only those shortlisted will be contacted. Don't call us. Good luck.
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poem
02 August 2011
home is where your heart was
I would like to keep my home in that happy place in my memory- I would like to remember riding my bike to the local library, jumping on the trampoline, walking through the church at high school graduation. It was good here, I swear- I do not even remember the heat or the heartache. I remember just ballet recitals and birthday parties, bike rides and card games, first kisses and kickball.
It is hard to romanticize your home when you are forced back. I do not want those fancy dreams to be tainted by the loss and loneliness I feel here now. I want to keep loving my home forever,
so I better get out of here fast.
It is hard to romanticize your home when you are forced back. I do not want those fancy dreams to be tainted by the loss and loneliness I feel here now. I want to keep loving my home forever,
so I better get out of here fast.
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