April 2011
26 posts
Watchminnpost:
Friday afternoon coffee and music break.
radiok:
Lucy Michelle and the Velvet Lapelles cover “Lovefool” by The Cardigans on Radio K
Mirror Images
He can’t seem to remember the color of her eyes. He remembers telling her they reminded him of the Red Sea. But he had never actually seen the Red Sea, let alone knew what it looks like. And anyway, when he told her he had really just been trying to get into her pants.
Twenty six years later he still hasn’t seen the sea and she rarely lets him get anywhere near her zippers and buttons. He...
Love Sonnet Part IV
Barbeque sauce doesn’t taste as good in the morning when you wake up and lick it off your friend-lover-with-benefits’ grin, detect he’s not wearing deodorant
and all his boxers have his name printed on the tag. Two weeks later his toenails are too long but you like the way he said bird. Start to like the familiar smell
of rum-flavored pipe tobacco. His hands are like yours, small, kind of squat...
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Homeward Bound
My cat was eaten by a coyote. I’m sure he tasted like my sister’s hair and purred as he slid down the bastard’s throat.
Outside my bedroom window squirrels fuck, but pretend to make love under my mother’s dying honeysuckle bush.
When the lilacs bloom you’re supposed to be sleeping with me. Touching but not telling. Legs intertwined like Ms. Lane’s bull thistle weeds.
Sometimes I wake up naked...
Love Sonnet Part III
I’m wearing my Dad’s worn-out fleece pull over. It just started pilling in the armpits. I keep pulling them off. He has never kept Kosher but he hates butter with his deli meats. My grandmother only fed the kids margarine. He would sneak downstairs and nosh on whole sticks of white, salted butter. I imagine his bare feet, thick like mine, and long toes on the frigid wooden floor, creaking down ...
How to Heal
She bathed me in bedtime stories and taught me to pray I am not clean and I do not like to kneel. He does not know where I belong today. I watch the windchimes as they swing and sway I wish they would show me how to heal. She bathed me in bedtime stories and taught me to pray. I dreamed I could swim down the milky way and just below Jupiter a man ran a ferris wheel. He does not know where...
Pure Imagination
I like to imagine that your lips still tasted like egg salad when the car hit you. I like to imagine that you forgave me for not trading you my Ninetails for your holographic Charizard and that you still referred to me as your first kiss. I like to imagine that I gave you back your favorite baseball card, the one that I ripped in the lower left corner, but I know it is still at the...
Six AM Sorrows
Bury me in a box freshly laundered socks, folded and used and soft. Spoon feed me a perfectly poached egg and call me bashful. Don’t forget that I ooze lavender and that my maiden name is pumpkin. I come
from a place where oatmeal soothes your skin and dangerous men plant flowers in your front yard, the ones you like, the purple prickly ones. Mold is growing on the green shower curtain and it...
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Fixing Fortunes
Find release from your cares, have a good time (A Fortune Cookie)
Fortune finds time for good. Care about release. Time releases you from your cares. Find good. Good and time and release care about me. I care about time and good and releases. Release time. Care for your good finds. Release your cares, find time for good. I release you from time and cares. What is good will find the time. ...
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Cheeky
I’ve always wished I was more pink, more pleasant. Mom told me my brown mole was a birth mark where an angel kissed me before I was born. When I asked her several years later if she believed in angels, she said she didn’t anymore. When a doctor asked if it was removed, I asked if there was any medical reason. Nothing but aesthetic purposes, I wouldn’t stick out as much. My...
NaPoWriMo →
So I’ve realized that I’m not very good at tumblr, and I can’t be consistent with these fifteen day challenge type things. I’m giving up on the one I was doing.
But something I think I could do is NaPoWriMo. I’ve told myself I’d do it for several years now but haven’t pushed myself, which is lame, and haven’t taken the time to try, which is also...
