all i want is to be riding in a hot air balloon.

mustynew record player (scratch) octopus garden (scratch) and fragrant incense sticks, censers and thuribles, one pot of tea and try not to itch the (scratch) it's healing you know, refill the diner glass sugar pour, stir with a chopstick, we'll need those spoons for idiophones, kinetic sculptures and upside-down reflections ( Read more... )

Yesterday I watched reruns of daytime dramas I'd already seen, and I didn't know if it was cold outside but the miniature X-mas tree salesmen blew clouds of breath into their fists. My roommate started crying on the phone, snot running down her lip, she doesn't have any friends here but I don't want her hanging on me; we are two gigantic tumors ( Read more... )

new grace smells like deep-fried pineapples, marie antoinette died of tooth decay, part and parcel, dirt enters at the heart, backyard hotsy-totsy, murder your little darlings, suffer fools gladly, gravity hills, wunderkinds, a-tisket a-tasket, fisticuffs, (write this), i missed you, learn how to set your own limbs, market disaster, mondegreens and ( Read more... )

these threads are breaking open the corners of my mouth, red strings reeled inside by some collection of spools and trundles, some loom of tense threads, each word rolling off your tongue, interlocking fibers fastened as the shuttle makes them too much a part, plys and warps and there are too many needles, too many pins holding me in place, without ( Read more... )

the forks have all tuned themselves, and the spoons guard their upside-down reflections jealously, their silver hum choking every reservoir. and my book lungs have folded, there is no more air. and death's persistent state, nothing but unspoiling honeycombs and black elbow gloves and smog like gutters like paper boats keeled out windows. and ( Read more... )

i'm afraid of dead letters, returned to senders, anything left unclaimed, overuses of the word dream, geography.

he has hair like a little baby duck's feathers, the mousy-brown delicate downy part, and i just want to pinch it between my fingers and pull, until i have enough for a tiny round pillow with one glossy button in the middle that i will keep nuzzled under my chin, always.

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