i stopped sleeping somewhere, you know? clay. today there was clay in a class and my hands got so muddy and i wanted to rub it into my face and my chest and my fingernails and my thighs. someone said something, and all my pots didn't turn out. i can't pinch a pot but i can fuck like a canyon. the clay reminds me of what i come from. it reminds me ( Read more... )

sometimes, you feel suffocated in your home. You feel abandonment, sometimes. Or you feel  like the walls know more about you than they do. The walls that sing. The walls that have pictures you brought from your old prison to here, where you learned how to rebuild your thunder bones. stop comparing yourself to other people, they say. and you say, ( Read more... )

you knew a boy once who played buddy holly with you in gold sweaters&strange jeans. so now it is playing in your head but you don't know him anymore, because he likes drugs a lot and doesn't know his son. your life is a series of events involving makeshift computers and headaches and sometimes music that makes you remember who you are. so that ( Read more... )

that one day you only had $1.50 left in your pockets and you were working and you bought a can of soup. and when you put it in your mouth it made your whole body vibrate and your soul lifted. you thanked god so hard you could feel the pressure in your mouth and you were so happy to eat. and to taste. and to feel warm inside. quarters weren't ( Read more... )

you get scared sometimes. a lot. you are full of this and that and people that don't matter. ghosts. things. you're too serious but it's part of your personaility. you think a lot and you're stuck a lot and there's too many "a lots" in a sentence that is now turning into a run-on sentence and you remember briefly in the middle of it ann pepper and ( Read more... )

Once, when you are young, you discover your hands are violins. they sting when you cough, your fingernails colored with peach crayon and strange music. You've had a little wine, and cheap malt beverages, and you wonder where the money has gone.it's all turned into sand houses and peppermint candy. Snow Cones. You sent a picture once. This is when I ( Read more... )

there are months that smell like peaches. just palms and beattles and the earth that shifted a little, on its axis. on the television there is a woman wearing yellow and her hands make gestures that say things like, "not welcome," or, "i'm a little nervous" and she's somebody that i don't envy. i get letters from prison on yellow paper. (yellow ( Read more... )