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we might have an apartment! just need to hear back if it's still available. SO PRETTY AND BRIGHT and in the BESTEST neighborhood.

I kind of want to illustrate this story, hyperboleandahalf.com - style

( My Dramatic Afternoon. Warnings: blood and uteruses and speculums and things )

 Talking to Grief

Ah, Grief, I should not treat you
like a homeless dog
who comes to the back door
for a crust, for a meatless bone.
I should trust you.

I should coax you
into the house and give you
your own corner,
a worn mat to lie on,
your own water dish.

You think I don't know you've been living
under my porch.
You long for your real place to be readied
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 Papa

In August, the cicadas strike up an intolerable screeching
and fall like knotted hail, a final frenzy before the silence of snow.
Below their barrage, the geraniums slump
limp as speechless tongues against terra-cotta lips.

Among your flower pots you wait for the end of summer,
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I am trying to write poems. It is not going well.

grrr.

Brief update: justneverended moved up to Montreal six weeks ago, and she and I now live together in a little crooked apartment near Montreal's Little Italy. We make a lot of tea and eat a lot of produce.


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 Guys
Guys
I'm moving at the end of the week
and I have a full-time job
and I buy my own groceries and pay my own bills.

I don't even recognize my life anymore, but I love it anyway.

I keep my lj friends-only

Not because I don't love you, but because I suddenly realized that my whole eljay is open to the internetz world.

here is a photo from a wonderful movie to make you feel better.


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Hell is a crowded subway ride,
Close, and relentlessly long.
Every time you find a seat
Another old lady gets on.