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Queer Things

One nostril means latin, The other means greek. My legs will be little steel rods, which will continue trotting after I am dead. My Arms are two useless limbs when I stand on my head (Which I never do). My mourth, too often open, will be my despair- and drivelling,- when I'll be very old (which will never be) I… Read more →

To the Hand

To the Hand What the eye sees is a dream of sight what it wakes to is a dream of sight and in the dream for every real lock there is only one real key and it’s in some other dream now invisible it’s the key to the one real door it opens the water and the sky both at… Read more →

airline dis ass ter

Badly designed airplane Weight of head leaning over, works to balance ass Hovering over seat, so as not to touch Staring at the floor, I see the leak coming in fast I wonder if we will have to make an emergency landing Before the whole plane floods with its on sewage I should warn them Then I realize, I am… Read more →

He hates to be woken up

So I very quietly tried to turn on the fan Which was impossible because the settings were High, really high, and super fucking high I flipped the switch and he groaned In that middle of the night cranky “it is hard to sleep with a helicopter flying up your ass” Then, I could not stop laughing (I am still laughing) Read more →

time is strange and long

Novemeber 27, 1999 The plane he was flying crashed into the Columbia River It killed him and his three sons Before His little triumph motor bike broke down at the bottom of the hill Right in front of my house. I let him borrow my tools. He vaguely recognized me, But he was happy for the help. He owned the… Read more →

Today I saw:

The apartment building that a plane crashed into (accidentally) An old polish man buying cranberry juice with food stamps, 3 dollars and 57 cents. He paid the 57 cents with the last of the coins in his hand. He had a small boy with him, About 5 years old. They met up with an old women, I saw them walking… Read more →

worklife

I work all the time I drink a lot of coffee I don't sleep much I don't get to see my boyfriend enough Or kiss him enough I miss my friends I miss my garden Last night I was awake between 3 and 5 thinking And petting my cats at 4:24 am I ate an almond croissant with a load… Read more →

Things my Mother remembered (the list I found)

Dancing in new shoes Walking on gravel-feels like sharp glass Licking spoons from the cake & frosting Holding the baby Peeling peach halves Smelling dust Smelling cut grass-building a fort Eating a fried egg sandwich Rolling tinfoil Touching tongues Watching the raccoon Morning glories bloom Cold mountain stream Sliver under fingernail Campfire smoke Homesick Rivertrout-mud taste Sitting on my foot… Read more →

good bye

I want a little sugar In my bowl I want a little sweetness Down in my soul I could stand some lovin' Oh so bad Feel so lonely and i feel so sad I want a little steam On my clothes Maybe i could fix things up So they'll go Whatsa matter daddy Come on, save my soul Drop a… Read more →