i biked around the village earlier ( Read more... )

thursday he texts us regarding the progress of our shoot
(a shoot for a film due on monday)

friday we shoot the film
and we schedule a reshoot on sunday

then saturday he's dead

+++++

i still can't believe that he's dead
there are some things that need time
leaving, for one
and being left behind

(i'm sorry if i find it difficult
without you)

SELF-IMPROVEMENT
Tony Hoagland

Just before she flew off like a swan
to her wealthy parents' summer home,
Bruce's college girlfriend asked him
to improve his expertise at oral sex,
and offered him some technical advice:

Use nothing but his tonguetip
to flick the light switch in his room
on and off a hundred times a day
until he grew fluent at the nuances
of ( Read more... )

i went home after two weeks
and i was bombarded with stories from ramon
and homework from maya
and cool websites from jaime
and i swear how could i even consider not being there as they grow up?

i bet she looked beautiful that night

camel

i'm afraid that if i write some more i won't stop writing

dear stomach,

stop stretching!

love,

rina

-----

dear arms,

whenever i wave my hands,
you don't have to do the same

please?

love,

rina

-----

dear legs,

when they say "walks with a spring in her step"
they're referring to the swaying of the hips
and the prancing of the feet
and not the leg fat jiggling

got it?

love,

rina

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dear tummy (again),

i love you
but sometimes ( Read more... )

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STOP STEALING MY FRIENDS, DAMN IT!

-___-

Academics ( Read more... )

 R.I.P.
Kurt Vonnegut

"Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you've got about a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies -- 'God damn it, you've got to be kind.'"

I started on Slaughterhouse-Five just yesterday
and I even showed the ( Read more... )

To celebrate the first day of my summer, here is a sad poem.
(hahaha anyway)

LONELINESS
Rainer Maria Rilke

Being apart and lonely is like rain.
It climbs toward evening from the ocean plains;
from flat places, rolling and remote, it climbs
to heaven, which is its old abode.
And only when leaving heaven drops upon the city.

It rains down on us in those ( Read more... )