December 2009
2 posts
I am afraid that if I close my eyes another girl might die. What if there is nothing. Maybe I like to rinse my thoughts in olive oil and yes the mermaids giggle in my ears. What awaits?
Comely and crying in your flowered boots, you made all that wrapping paper seem so feckless. I wanted to swallow you with my arms and steal you away as soon as possible, inscribing my plans to glue myself to your side in my mind. Unclasping your fists from your father’s shirt, tears melted into your skin. You were so vulnerable, like a leaf beneath the belly of a magnifying glass. ...
November 2009
144 posts
Leftover acorn squash, I wish I could take you in my back pocket.
Down the hill for we will see the rows of lights extending.
And while descending, my mood will rise like smoke to an alarm.
Doctors Have A Colder Touch Than Anyone I Know
Every time I thought as though my brain was shutting down I would spring right back up and all would be yellow and dizzy again. My blood felt like toothpaste and I was sure that there were microscopic bees in the air, or maybe coated on the surface of my eyes. Something blurring everything. I’d capture such a significant thought. And then lose it somewhere, into space. Frozen in...
Relax and breathe like breath mints or clouds or ocean breeze. Although you should’ve listened and done this earlier like a good girl, like a good girl would have. If only. That’s strange. Maybe it isn’t working. Hm. Mop the floor, two loads of laundry oh wow let’s take a walk the trees the buds are so delightful so bold against the sky I look and see so far beyond the...
But before any of that there was a realization that never occurred and the squid tried to cough the ship back up out of its throat before it reached its stomach. It heaved with all its might and turned a great many colours of the rainbow. The sea monster cried in its failed efforts.
And when it was that I finally could remember it was like my eyes were soaring and soaring I cackled and cried and choked until there was no more and it was like conversations were pouring endlessly inside my mind like complex machinery awake in the night like an old man whose dead wife sleeps beneath the floorboards and sometimes when he forgets yet remembers at the same time and that is exactly...
A voice with teeth kept telling me to take more and I had to force myself to remember why it was that I couldn’t and shouldn’t because I couldn’t see a thing there was an axe in my head and why was it raining inside of the house?
Good Morning, Fire Eater
What's Your Escape Method?
geneticmutations:
HAVE SEIZURES AND DIE
HAVE SEIZURES AND DIE
HAVE SEIZURES AND DIE
Why?
Nobody Will Ever Be Dark Enough For Me
Shadows, slow down and stop throwing bricks.
I just want isolation.
Sometimes I want to eat clay and mash my fists into the grass and bisect a steaming hot potato and hold it’s exposed belly against my face.
I Just Want To Smell The Houses
“And if the snow buries my,
my neighbourhood.
And if my parents are crying...”
– Arcade Fire
When the television has finally caught fire, we’ll fetch the pitchforks and stab through the snow with labyrinths for backs and knives in our eyes.
Harmonicas are like kissing the eyelids of my stomach before I lay my head, unzipping my wrists and replacing my fluids with cotton so that I may be plush and secure.
michael mcclure
bernda:
“OH EASE OH BODY STRAIN OH LOVE OH EASE ME NOT! WOUND-BORE be real, show organs, show blood, OH let me be as a flower. Let ugliness arise without care grow side by side with beauty. Oh twist be real to me. Fly smoke! Meat-real, as nerves TENDON Ion, FLAME, Muscle, not banners but bulks as we are all “deer” and move as beasts. Stalking in our forest as these...
And if I could, I’d swallow up those strands of ribbon like scarlet tails and join the owls as they munch their twigs we’d spin our heads round as the elk froze like forgotten rocks in pockets, mapping plans in their heads like bleeding men of as just how they may avert the purring marshmallows.
Maybe the dream catchers never worked, but the feathers and beads were comforting like offerings from strangers. Forget the expanding lumps flowing out of the closet and into my view. Nobody cares about the powdered sugar and the shiny shoes, I just want black licorice.
