December 2009
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i was stung by a wasp. i screamed out in pain. i tried to kill him but instead i only knocked him off. he began to fly away; i chased him around my yard, bent on revenge. i ran in circles, trampling flowers, kicking up gravel, flailing my arms about, yelling ‘i’m going to get you, you little bastard’.
i caught him, i swatted him to the ground, i stomped on him. i stomped and...
November 2009
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reading.
i read in bed. i choose a book off of the shelf, one so heavy it almost hurts my wrist to pick it up unconcernedly. i get under my sheets, blankets, comforters. i turn on my little side table lamp, draw up my knees, prop my book on them and i open it. sometimes i smell it. i love the way the pages smell: musty and comfortable.
and i read.
he loved that. sometimes he would lie beside me, no...
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i’m perfect.
but you can’t tell. you’re too busy looking at her. she’s not perfect. underneath her long hair and supple skin, past the curves of her hips, the length of her legs. there’s a monster, lying in wait. she’s going to eat you alive.
i wouldn’t. i’m perfect. in here.
but you won’t find out, not yet. you’ll let her devour you....
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there ought to be more dancing in the world, she said.
he looked up at her, puzzled. why?
if more people danced, more people would be happy. movement is freedom. unrestricted, uninhibited bliss. everyone wants to be free of something.
she swirled around the room as she spoke, light as a feather, her steps inchoate. he watched her, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. the sun shining in...
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she prayed. she didn’t believe in god, but she prayed. she dropped down onto her knees, the bones in her joints jutted out stiffly against the marble. she clasped her hands together, tightly. her knuckles lost color. tears streamed down her face, rounded her jaw, gathered at the tip of her chin. fell between her breasts. she squeezed her eyelids together and prayed.
she opened her eyes...
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Plain white t shirts, dark wash jeans with textured, beaten fronts. Sneakers, blocky shades, pompadours. 5 o’ clock shadows, beards, sideburns, superhero chins. All fingers shoved down into front pockets except thumbs, pelvis pushed forward and abs tense. Slight smirks that reveal deep dimples, white teeth that bite down on pink, fleshy bottom lips. Happy trails and bony ankles. Single pieces of...
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oh, to be a child again.
not for the wonder,
or the excitement, or the revelry in the mundane.
no.
just for the ability to throw tantrums,
without looking like a jackass.
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i drown my sorrows in bubble baths. under the water, i blink: the soap burns. billie wails, a million miles away. she understands. i pour wine through the water, between my lips, remembering too late that i don’t like wine.
i hold my breath until my chest hurts, i come up for air too late. i gasp and choke and cough. i swear i feel death grab hold of my throat, before life peels its fingers...
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your face.
i love your heavy lidded eyes: blue, gray, green. the laugh lines gathering against your lashes. your straight, slanted nose, it’s deliberate point, how you don’t know how you broke it. freckles exacerbated by too much sun, not enough screen. i love your pink lips, the perfect bow they shape. when you bite them. your superhero chin, it’s point and cleft; you could be batman. ...
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“it’s not in me to love you, unless you’re in me, loving me.”
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he stood, engulfed in a cliché: the rain poured; his coat offered no more protection, he was soaked to the bone. water filled the gaps between the hairs of his brows, gathered and rushed down like overflowing gutters, beating his lashes. he didn’t squint. he knocked again, harder this time, the beat reverberating throughout his fist, shaking his forearm. his heart.
This time, she answered.
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she blew her brains out yesterday, literally.
they found her in the bathroom, in the shower, wrapped in the curtain.
even in the end she was worried about mess, her mind matter captured quite neatly in the vinyl.
i don’t miss her. she smelled of bleach and ajax, her hair was stiff. her heels clicking down the hall was my wakeup call for too long.
when they finally let me out of here,...
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my sheets are black to hide that I’m a woman. red bleeds black, into black.
my black sheets expose that I’m a slut. white smears and gathers across, muddles in sticky stains.
i think you’d mind the red much less than the white. but i wash my sheets, by hand, incessantly.
so you’ll never know that i’m a woman, much less
that i’m a slut.
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red lipstick.
whiten your teeth. brush it on, pucker up at the mirror.
black hair, too much eyeliner.
go out, walk strong, sex is thrown at you. there’s a confidence oozing out of your pores.
you look like a good lay. you are, they know it, they want it.
they picture crimson smudges at the bases of their cocks. you? lip prints on collars, shirts going to dry cleaners instead of wives.
pick one, take...
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“i smell sex & candy, here”
giggle, we were playing with kool-aid while we fucked last night,
you know that movie Don’t Be a Menace to South Central While Drinking Your Juice In The Hood? when they drink kool-aid out of each other’s belly buttons?
yeah, we went and bought kool-aid just for that.
we ended up sticky messes
and there was much too much cleanup...
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tempestuous love.
I rip out my heart and hand it to him. It’s pulsating and blanketed in pus, infected from all of the unhealed wounds inflicted upon it over the years. He stands with it cradled in his palms, cupping it tightly like de León would have water from The Fountain of Youth: determined not to let a drop spill.
He watches it beat, brings it up to eye level and studies its languid rhythm, watching it...
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Breathe.
“Finish your food.” she says, taking a spoonful of mashed sweet potatoes and forcing them in his mouth along with the chicken and dinner roll already there.
“Children in Africa are starving to death every day, wishing they had food this good.” she says, scraping up the last bits of potato off of the plate with the spoon and readying in her hand, waiting for him to gulp down what he was already...
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I’m studying my reflection in the mirror...