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If it's not a bad dream, then you can't wake up.
Well she drew out all of her money from The Southern Trust, put her little boy on a greyhound plus, Leavin' Memphis with a guitar in his hand, With a one way ticket to the Promised Land. Hey little girl with the red dress on, there's a party down in Memphis town, I'll be goin' down there if you need a ride-- the man on the radio says Elvis Presley' ( Read more... ) -
when I'm done with it.
I watch the news and feel like they must be making a mistake. The weatherman says a cold front is coming in, shows blue swirls moving across the ocean and reaching the state of Florida. He says in a serious and hopeful voice that the high is not going to "exceed eighty-five degrees" and the people in the city are thrilled, they put their jeans on. ( Read more... ) -
Sometimes she still wrote, in airports, in Ohio
1. It's not like I just stopped writing but for one year I ran out of something-- my own inner workings, breathing patterns, the coordination with my fingers.
2. Angry Birds: hey babe can you beat this level? Hey babe, babe, babe what do I do with the red one? Hey babe, babe did you see my score in fruit ninja? Hey babe look at how fast I can slice ( Read more... ) -
baby knows arithmetic knows how to take a fall
I. Every town is all the same when you've left your heart in the Portland Rain
By the time I walked inside it was too late. I was clutching flannel shirts that I thought would fit him & new curtains for the upstairs bathroom. By the time I sat down to write this it must have been even later than that. I realize they all get bunched up every man that ( Read more... ) -
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I take a melatonin because I can't adjust to time. I'm either three hours early or three hours late. I figure the man snoring in the other room must be my father. On the computer monitor there are four seperate squares making up the screen. I'm watching my dog run around an indoor dog park, his tail wagging. He is three thousand miles away & I ( Read more... ) -
it's not as if New York City burned down to the ground when you drove away
I always get to this point where I have no idea how I arrived anywhere. It's like when you are dreaming and you go from dream to dream and room to room like it's completely normal. In your dream state, it's all you know. I feel the same way about myself, about my body. Like I'm being suspended through time. I try and make notes of it. I was riding ( Read more... ) -
for real
I haven't been listening to music at all lately. I go through these phases sometimes where songs just make me sad or transport me places when I am trying so hard to stand still. I think I'll just put on pandora for a little while before I start my errands. I have been living a mom-like life for the last week. Making dinners, pretending the dogs are ( Read more... )
