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off the cuff tanka (or two)
i pull what's inside
out, scry like a haruspex,
reading my own guts.
i do not like what i see.
(i do not like what i hold)
let them go? i could.
i'd rather be flawed and filled
than hollow, though. so -
i choose broken over blank.
i fit me back together. -
i-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t
i don't wear "fuck me" shoes. i wear "fuck you" shoes. -
i had to tear this out of the magazine
in a culture in which women are generally considered "beautiful" or "gorgeous" only if they fit a certain physical formula, this article nearly made me stand up and cheer.
walter kirn for the ones who always get passed over -
'the legion of everything does keep me awake'
for fun. though when it's five a.m. and these things come a-knocking at my skull, it's less fun ( Read more... ) -
oh, yes, it's you
(blank as buddha's christmas list ( Read more... ) -
while we're writing
i love nursery rhymes. they run through my head with the sticking power of songs, but without the frustration and irritation that such brain parasites bring. one of my ever-favourites was bobby shaftoe:
"bobby shaftoe's gone to sea
silver buckles on his knee
he'll come back and marry me
pretty bobby shaftoe."when i was in high school i started ( Read more... ) -
vignette
nights like this, i put-a my cat skin on.
i found it not a year gone by, in the alleyway behind bent, but not broken (which is the too old to be new, too young to be vintage shop where i scored me a teapot that whistles me dixie, i swear by my grandma's flowered apron: two verses, three choruses, and a key change ( Read more... ) -
i yam what i yam, or: my kind of crazy
some of you may have heard me state that asian women are, without exception, bonkers. every single one of them, unequivocally, myself included, is off their respective rockers ( Read more... )
