Taking the blog back like our country! Wild Style at Film Forum!
Heteronormativity grew slightly less tedious in Connecticut.
RE: thesis -- Crunch Time for Cronzo.
Fragments from the vaults:
We are making delicate little party decorations
We are planning a lunch three years in the future
We know what we would do if we were someone else
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Love came in to ruin me,
And I said no problem.
She disappeared into my skin.
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The little girl
She
Looks older in the picture
You can tell
Little girl
I am coming for you
I am here
I am loving you back in time
I am loving you forward in time
In that bardo with the ancestors
The candle in that secret room before dawn
In the mountain stream
The little girl
She
Not an ounce of self-pity
Saw something you have not.
Slide the rice paper door
Over massacres of the old country
Massacres of the new country
Ghosts in the garden
My lover is me approaching
With her esses lisped
Her cat-yellow eyes
Her curls in distress
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4 comments:
hoo-ray. for the eff-bee, and for un-updated but not forgotten blogs.
Thanks, Am! It's good to be back. It's good for you to be back, too.
ay yi ya yi!
i have thought about blogging and poetry as well.
last week was a bad one for cats - how did edith fare?
Hey! Edith is great. Sleep, scratch, eat, purr, repeat.
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