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I remember 10 years ago in Hollywood
We did some good and we did some real bad stuff
But the Butthole Surfers say
It's better to regret something you did
Than something you didn't do
Yeah, we were young
And we were looking, looking
Looking for the deep kick
Yeah see them come see them go
And I feel like getting close to you

Dreaming of a secret compartment in my aunt's closet, which opens up to reveal a wooden staircase leading up into an attic: not dark, not dust and cobwebs and plumbing like it is in reality. Ascending to discover a room filled with my maternal relatives. Speaking to an uncle who had passed away less than a year ago. All the familiar traits: him ( Read more... )

Like how I wanted to be on the craziest amusement ride I had ever seen, just because
I wanted to share an experience that we would never forget, I took her hand and reassured
her that everything was going to be alright, lying through my teeth and not really
knowing how anything would turn out. And wanting to hold her hand when the ride
started while ( Read more... )

( Raising Arizona: Final Lines )

Familiar

spilt lips,

rail,

I'm

a

f

A constant displacement, things moving around, scenes changing. All of us in the same building, venturing to move the plot. At first I was in an empty room. I walked to another level, and found a room that looked exactly the same, but there were so many other people in there. Tourists. There were plants in beautiful ceramic pots bending upwards, ( Read more... )

In the dream, my mother handed me a ring, and said, "It's your turn now. Choose someone."

Our world has never
seen winter, never known how   
far sound travels through

colder air, between
spaces, bodies. With the back
of your hand against

my lips, imagine
now conduits, circuits, old
countries before us.

wishing, my hand holds
an imagined lock of her
hair, effortlessly

beautiful, I say
once, twice, until it's perfect
the light copper hue