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mimi-1
mimi-1
American Nothing if not yours.
A lot of people will write about her, I know she was not only mine. We are sad we are grieving a community bands together. My anger is macabre inappropriate: when her light turned out, she turned out several others. My dearest friend: empty gas lamp. Trying to relight is against a tempest and sequestered in despair, with internal lighter fluid drained our marrow dry as dust. (the real truth of it all is much harder to swallow than the news story you heard)
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
Dried Out
This time of year impermeable black takes over luxurious afternoon. I take stolen moments with my garden book; fat glossy nostalgic roses can only depress me further. Lonely for the company of my friends thrumming in chlorophyll, the warm green network is contained in a small *** that I move I move around the room with me, following a shallow puddle of sunlight so precious it might be gold.
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
Keeping the Rose
Licking the foam off the inside of my coffee mug I am sitting at the table working and you can’t fathom what’s wrong with me it feels like something other than blood is inside me it makes me itchy all the time and my heart concaves inside my plump chest I am gasping at the air around me and you ask me why I sigh so. I feel alone wherever I go
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Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 5:05 PM UTC
February, any year since I was born
just so you know i’m keeping a mistress on the side in the style of My Father something inside me is constantly dissatisfied
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Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 4:57 PM UTC
in the style of
This morning I woke up to a circus runaway He was sitting in the kitchen of the house I share with three boys he eyed me in my pajamas He was sitting in the kitchen basking in the light of the morning he eyed me in my pajamas He works for the circus that stopped in town He is Evan’s second cousin once removed I fried us eggs while everyone else slept He missed the circus train to Atlanta and needed a place to stay. I fried us eggs while everyone else slept We watched the dogs playing in the yard he needed a place to stay and put his feet up on the table He told me stories about working at the circus I’ve always had a lingering curiosity he put his feet up on the table and had a girlfriend waiting for him in Charlotte This morning I woke up to a circus runaway I made him breakfast and then he had to leave for a few minutes he talked with Evan about traveling (running again) to India I’ve always had a lingering curiosity he eyed me in my pajamas he had a girlfriend waiting for him in Charlotte I made him breakfast and then he had to leave
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Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 4:54 PM UTC
About traveling (running again) to India
it’s obnoxiously hard to identify every year this time I am in a depressed mood and I don’t I don’t.
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Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 4:52 PM UTC
this time
Truthfully this is how it’s been how it will be for a while beer gut receding hairline my grumpy artist man buys me gin and Mexican food and tucks me into bed at 3 when I can’t take it anymore I don’t care how many times you forget I’m your baby and I’ll be waiting hating your guts to kiss you at the door
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Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 1:07 AM UTC
No Willpower
You took me to the top of the highest hill, nestled me in a Eucalyptus tree, and laid the city out at my feet. The view was unmatched industrial beauty mixed in with the natural Earth. The Bay in a pool underneath us; the metal and stone of city changing constantly. You give me all the secret places (in your city and in your heart). In everything you’ve given me, loving you has made me richer than I’ll ever be again in my life.
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Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 12:32 AM UTC
The Wisdom Tree
You being gone is an excuse for my bad behavior. My insides are all messed up. I don’t sleep or eat the right things. Taking pills to fix the little black holes in my system, momentarily replace missing you with something else deeply rooted beneath my sternum, straining at the tendons of my neck. You are my love and you are not here.
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Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 12:32 AM UTC
Little Black Holes
When I ripped off my fingerprint it was an accident at first the new skin grows from the center outward and I grow into a new identity. I sleep like there’s no tomorrow and no yesterday
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Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 1:18 PM UTC
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