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June | 2010 | hitting snooze
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Avoiding everything about the reality that is. Monthly Archives: June 2010. As I read “I Am Vertical”. June 21, 2010 – 1:07 am. I wish I were Sylvia Plath. I want to smoke cigarettes and. And have my children’s. Haunted by the memories. And husband’s past. I want people to recall. As if they were Anne Sexton. And we were confession masters of. I want my cynicism. On the bookshelves of. The wanting and the lonely. And create another set. Who’d wish they were me. June 18, 2010 – 8:36 pm. My father is a snob.
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August | 2010 | hitting snooze
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Avoiding everything about the reality that is. Monthly Archives: August 2010. August 31, 2010 – 12:46 pm. Are taking up the sky. Little flecks of stars. The sun puts out stars. To show that pavement. Isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. August 30, 2010 – 1:22 pm. I’m eating a sandwich and I realize. I need a napkin. And I head to the kitchen. And I look around and I grab the salt and pepper. I still have mustard on my face. I trek to the kitchen again. To fetch the napkin I originally sought out. They are mo...
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Debt. | hitting snooze
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Avoiding everything about the reality that is. August 18, 2010 – 11:19 pm. If I had a dollar. I didn’t have. I’d be a millionaire. And if I had any. I’d take your offer but. All I got is empty pockets. Full of dreams that I am dropping. Like a trail back home. Cause that bread is getting low. And crumbs are for birds. And it’s absurd. That what I lack in bread. I can make up for in words-. I don’t need to tell you that. Cause that time you called me. To hang up suddenly. And I guess I shouldn’t rant.
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May | 2010 | hitting snooze
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Avoiding everything about the reality that is. Monthly Archives: May 2010. May 31, 2010 – 5:19 pm. I am not an ancient statue. Carved from cold stone. There is not a name for me. That does not already exist. Each breath I take feels like the. But I breathe disappointed. Because these breaths are not as special. But for many, they will be. The only breaths that count. I am not perfect. I am not a ray of light. I am not a moonbeam. I am not a star. How I wish I were a tree. And nothing but the sky to see.
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December | 2010 | hitting snooze
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Avoiding everything about the reality that is. Monthly Archives: December 2010. December 9, 2010 – 2:42 pm. Give me a bouquet of iron. Not delicate Daisies or soft Roses. Steel stems that rust when wet. So that their blossoms seem buds with. The squint of my eye. Scrap Sunflowers and junk Jonquils-. That wishes cannot waver. An eternity to savor silver Snap Dragons. Soft flowers are silly. While my chrome Chrysanthemums. A Life of Craziness. Between Charming and Cynical. For Better Or For Worse.
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Power Plant | hitting snooze
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Avoiding everything about the reality that is. December 9, 2010 – 2:42 pm. Give me a bouquet of iron. Not delicate Daisies or soft Roses. Steel stems that rust when wet. So that their blossoms seem buds with. The squint of my eye. Scrap Sunflowers and junk Jonquils-. That wishes cannot waver. An eternity to savor silver Snap Dragons. Soft flowers are silly. While my chrome Chrysanthemums. Ghost in the Straw. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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March | 2010 | hitting snooze
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Avoiding everything about the reality that is. Monthly Archives: March 2010. March 18, 2010 – 10:53 pm. Did you pick your scabs. Peeling off the dead fluff. Like a snake with new skin? And the snake in eden. Was your nightmare at 5. And at 15 it was your metaphor. And was it still truth at 22? Did you ever doubt? Did you ever doubt. When you fell for him? Or was it easy because his name is True? And it’s so clear. That though the man. Can read a novel in a day. He lives only to say your name.
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Knitting | hitting snooze
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Avoiding everything about the reality that is. August 28, 2010 – 2:18 am. What it means to be a unit. I could never knit. So why would I weave ties. I’m effortlessly told. Patience will please me. Is a standard that. And can’t comply. I won’t comply. And I can’t lie. Cause I do not want that. Can’t lay flat. They are mountains on this map. According to this trap. I can’t go to bed. In neat rows of twelve. To keep me from dwelling on. And chairs set in twos. Or the chances I’ll lose. And leave loose knots.
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Ghost in the Straw. | hitting snooze
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Avoiding everything about the reality that is. Ghost in the Straw. December 19, 2011 – 2:08 pm. The last bed you found. Down on the ground out in the cold. Were you warm still? Chills should fade when the last shade finds you. And every blade of grass. Should be beautiful technicolor. Like a landing far from Kansas. Laquo; Power Plant. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email.
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hitting snooze | avoiding everything about the reality that is. | Page 2
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Avoiding everything about the reality that is. July 28, 2010 – 12:47 am. It’s throats closing and spit going down. How many more seconds must I figure out exactly what your hand gestures mean? Do you play with my hair simply to play with my heart? Does that prolonged eye-contact infuriate me or make me know my place? To know my place. Is to know my love is looped by my wrist. Have you even ever laughed ‘til you cried. I never shamed you for advice not taken. To hear nothing but. Instead of a definite no.
