Okay, okay masses, I know you've moved on. I know you're on to bigger and better things, fraternizing with famous men, perhaps, or sipping cabernet sauvignon with literary giants. Probably you don't even think of me anymore, in between dashing from meetings to cocktail parties to bars to hot dates.

Huh, masses. I'm beading with excess, chocolate ( Read more... )

Nothing particular comes to mind, from all the gaps and hollows of my memory. Now I avoid the relatives as much as when I was confined to the basement and went to bed when the sun rose. [I changed the communal password in outrage, had an important conversation through expensive texting, snapped at mother and then left her house, and am afraid of ( Read more... )

I would like to caution you against dancing with the wrong man.

Please, you may be tempted, in order not to sit awkwardly by the side; and your stiletto boots will clack nicely on the polished floor, under polka-dotted light spots swaying, and deafening music keeping you dazed and happy while draining your third champagne flute in your hand, and ( Read more... )

a cloud, and a pipe, and a sliver of pie, and a breezy suggestion, and a bridal bed, and a toke. Give me a week to sleep, web design frothiness, and better eyesight. Please that my couscous clump, so I can eat it more easily, and my chapstick last longer between applications.

scrape at the embankment
I am scattered, I flail
my toe catches a bracket. Isn't this grand?
Wheeeeeeeee, I'm falling fast   -er, free   --er
past the scrag and scree and blurred frayed grayness past the
lumps the crumpled drumbums with flurried worried beads indecently
pleading with pickup men in trucks who drag and spark away, to the place behind ( Read more... )

Incidentally, you look young.
I do I do.

If a person were to ask what I liked to eat as a child, my favorite meal and all, I might say tuna fish, only because Mother made it for lunch a lot, on a bakery roll white-edged, easily flattened and sprung back in 5 seconds. Everyone knows how the mayonnaised liquid, coddled in the center portion of the tinfoil bundle for a while, slowly ( Read more... )

My desk is inhospitable, I have some bills I nearly forgot to pay they were well obscured by junk. I do anything to avoid working, and I have nowhere to rest my wrists on the littered keyboard tray. My noise-blocking earphones, though they itch and keep me tethered to the computer, help to muffle the worst of the bickering, even with the faulty ( Read more... )

Eh-heh heh. She's dying, she's almost dead. Oh, rich, rich.
Her disciples are devout, they remember her name.

Sara.

Her name is Sara, I remember that. She's deaf practically, when I saw her last time she could still hear. Why, her hair must still be black mostly. Mostly still black with some copious gray streaks appropriate to her age. But see, I ( Read more... )

You lick, eat ( Read more... )