it has been far too long since ive posted in lj so heeeeere i am. oh yeah and i owe you all some poetry, and by all i pretty much mean kim.

what's up with that, hmm?

I suggest that the only books that influence us are those for which we are ready, and which have gone a little further down our particular path than we have gone ourselves.

E. M. Forster
(1879-1970)

"hum" [for an afternoon with ari]

i am not the
what am I
salad bowl an
early afternoon analyzing
eggplants and juniper.

i was caught, my
sticky winged
analogy for
being awake, i
hunger against your
fingers as the pages
hum.

these words are loving each other, yes
god,
this is the exeunt of oedipus
on whom i have yet to
write an essay.

of getting up early
of standardized tests
of the menstrual cycle
of high school
of applications
of papers
of paper
of being
awake.

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For all those who knew and loved my tangy socks (the blue ones with the citrus fruit that say "tangy" on them), i regret to inform you that they have passed into sock heaven. there are holes in the toes, and they're not going to make it so just say your good-byes now and remember they served their purpose, and it's time for them to move on to ( Read more... )

"Our Bones"

don't let physics take over, but
love trees and be one
be a body connected to other bodies and
know me
like a woodpecker and
autumn keeps our soldiers--
keeps our bones
white under white under white
with snow.

today is a better day.

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