December 2011
5 posts
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Don't make me
Don’t make me explain
one more time
why i don’t shave my legs.
Let me remind you
boys don’t do it.
Don’t tell me its unhygienic.
Don’t make me
stand here before you
self-objectifying; defending
my right to make this choice,
and the difficulty
living up to it.
It isn’t, like you say,
a decision
about which side of the fence
to sit on,
because
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It’s an ocean
I am swimming
for days
in my bed
lying wait
remembering
things that haven’t come yet,
bending lines
to fit this tune
with a melody
I have found yet.
Train people #1
Every inch of dirt stained jean, pockets stuff with wallet and phone. His feet look so small in Vans. Stepping on the train, his pecks poking through his shirt. Light blond hairs on his arms. His bicep against the pole, iPod in hand. Leather bracelets: woven, flat.
in-hystero:
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox
and which you were probably saving for breakfast
Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold
-William Carlos Williams
shoutfortheday:
we sat lost among blank sheets of paper and spineless books we tried to find ourselves with unwritten futures and unspoken words
November 2011
5 posts
Dailiness
rabbit-light:
It is the birds who call me back to the world Animation of sparrows among arbor vitae branches in my morning dash with the dog Brief glimpse of geese crying their ragged way across sky as I wait in traffic Waxwings busy stripping the small red crabapples beside my office building’s door Crows...
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This love whispers
Through an ocean,
Lying wait,
That hasn’t formed yet.
Through the winter
Binding fishtales
To the creatures
Telling stories
Of the fishbones
I adore yet.
Of the fishes
And their wishes
Strung together
In a chorus –
Choral net
Between my fingers
Catching...