May 2012
11 posts
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Nothing gets me quite like a Stone Cold Steve...
THIS DEEPENING TAKES PLACE AGAIN
lunchboxpoems:
What if everything
were revealed: where I was last night. You, etc. The rain is coming down like salad.
My sister’s hair
reminds me of my sister so much I can’t stop looking. Who am I
to have arms? On the plane one short dream: a baby so small it wasn’t even human, just a bouquet
of light with wise cellular eyes. If losing me is the worst thing to happen,
your life is still...
KEEP GOING
I am indebted to her for one solid thing - she made us savor the idea of becoming women. We did not view girlhood as something treasured and specific and fleeting: It was a rite, something we needed to get through to get to dessert. And now, as we all prepare for a different thicket, our gaits are different, strides long, necks tall. She taught us to give in to what consumes us, as long as it...
remember me with yellow hair and freckles on my...
My mother has been dead a year and all I have to show for it is encyclopedic knowledge of the Kardashians. That and I managed to accidentally fall in love with the two boys I’ve been avoiding falling in love with for three years. I don’t see anyone anymore, because things like that happen. Mostly we do the same things: drink out of jars and fill the house with tulips. Some habits are...
For every place there is a bus That’ll take you...
when we were young, oh oh we did enough
LIKE THE RAIN, SMELL IT COMING
lunchboxpoems:
I am dreaming of tornadoes again, too many for the sky to contain. I have checked eight websites and the dictionary on my nightstand. I did not need technology or a writer to tell me there is chaos in my heart. I don’t tell people sometimes my dreams come true. I fear some parts are not metaphor. In the mornings I check the horizon. I am relieved when there is some whisper of...
