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lauren-e-kraft
lauren-e-kraft
Brad Pitt picks his nose and eats it Natalie Portman cries in the tub over trivial things President Obama has sleep apnea And you are afraid of the dark
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Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
NO ONE IS COOL
Her ****** is a gift she’ll give you After a week A month if you’re very unlucky You’ll marvel If you’re bold Or you’ll miss it because you’re shy But eventually You’ll have a half hour To stare at her And before she becomes mundane Before her **** walking away from you To the bathroom or the kitchen Becomes wallpaper Take a good look at her And remember the paper-white of her And remember that she fascinated you With the novelty of beginning And how once her **** walking away Was the reason why you everything
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 2:28 PM UTC
NAKED
I started wearing a heart rate monitor All the time I got it originally to figure out my threshold on the bike I haven’t gotten around to doing that yet When I first put it on I guess it hadn’t made proper contact I looked down at the watch It blipped a tiny radiating pulse like a submarine Doppler Searching for a beat My friend pulled my shirt up licked the sensor and stuck it back to the place just beneath my breast I laughed There it was Now when I walk I look at my wrist obsessively **** Tracy waiting for a secret message I am thirty now And I worry, nightly; I will be too old too soon To be a mother I worry that I am a child I interpreted an ultrasound For a deaf person A communication with the beyond The doctor searched for the right spot Made contact And I heard the muffled, galloping sound Of someone trying to survive underwater I opened and closed my fist to show her the rhythm of a pulse I have no god And I don’t want one But what I do want is a sign That I am alright Tonight I sit on top of a closed toilet and watch water fill the bath The best part of the day A reentry to the womb Right before I get in I remember myself I unhook the monitor from my ribs And get in Submerged, I listen for the galloping But hear only neighbors Shifting furniture downstairs When I’m done I can’t help the compulsion To put it back on And when I do I get the message
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 2:27 PM UTC
LIFE UNDERWATER