Monthly Archives: April 2012

4/27/12

Shower Jojoba, citrus and lavender waft me awake to receive another day. These extravagant liters and ohms should elicit guilt but don’t. I don’t judge your excesses. The fact that I haven’t had a sexual encounter in years doesn’t mean … Continue reading

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4/26/12

Bird’s Nest  One day, I discovered this small knot beneath my collarbone— a gritty slippery knob, a bird’s nest, twisted through strata of tissue girdling bone, surrounded by vessels— arterioles, capillaries, lymphatics. She rolled it under cold fingers over and … Continue reading

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4/25/12

Mercury So messy, so embarrassing, so unforgiving of necessary distance. The only remedy is refusal to speak, spiraling inward— a movement that could freeze into a pose of catatonia, a breath-hold forever. This existential wish to never more shed public … Continue reading

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April 24, 2012

Scat Mom said scat to the cat hunched at the screen door, seeking scraps or warmth. Maybe she said scram. These musings on my morning walk, side-stepping, trying to guess what sort of creature had left its droppings on the … Continue reading

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4/23/12

Going First —with a nod to Jane Kenyon and Donald Hall He’d meant to outlive her, but didn’t; had vowed, (if only to himself) to see her through. We have little say over these things really, he realized late, as … Continue reading

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4/22/12

Here where nothing is familiar She slithers through a black reservoir to land in gravity. No longer floating in muffled timbre, clamorous insults pound and harass. Startled by her own shrieks, she lures sleep. Wakes, gazes, smacks into the eyes … Continue reading

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4/21/12

Dream Parable  A hideous man grabs for my keys, I clutch them to my throat. My car is missing, he must have stolen the recipe and forged a simile. I plead with his mother, she replies dryly, I didn’t think … Continue reading

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