Month: January 2011
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dream wall
The past two nights I’ve dreamed of a box, a rectangle on the wall I can’t quite see. A piece of paper perhaps, but written on. It may not even be paper, I can’t see it clearly enough. It may be stone, wood, a pale face. Ancient. It wakes me up, but I can’t see…
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This poem needs a sacrifice
Last night I took a drive. Not because I felt I needed to, but because my mom sent me a $10 coupon for shoes and I wanted to look at the sale shoes. I bought a new CD. “Lungs” by Florence + The Machine. Her music is epic. Not the epic that teenagers say these…
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Dance Anthem of the 80's – Regina Spektor
An addiction, two hands and feet, there’s a meat market down the street, the boys and girls watch each other eat when they really just want to watch each other sleep. This song makes me dance inside.
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shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Through all the murmuring, all the murmuring, I slit my eyes like a contented cat. Watching it all, trying to sleep, trying to sleep away the noise. I feel something over my shoulder. watching. My headphones are in, but I’m listening to nothing. Unrelated conversations begin to relate. Their words overlap and answer each other…
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gimme a toothpick
There are things stuck. Pieces, small pieces I can’t get to. In my eye – a soft, small, invisible hair. In my teeth – a sliver of onion from the pizza I just ate. It’s always that small space between my teeth where things get stuck – the skin of apples mostly. I want quick…
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Paths
In the winter the paths are so clear. They’ve been cleared for you by machines with hammerhead noses. They’ve been cleared by other footprints trying to do the same thing through the snow and ice – just find a way through it all. I think the paths through life are laid in the same way…