i draw you over and over in my memory. you become larger and clearer for me the further you are from me. you are more perfect to me now than when we were near each other. i've woven an unfinished tapestry of you in my mind and this is how i will remember you. the less i remember, the more my imagination makes me remember what i want to and leave ( Read more... )

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listen to this program to find out about the e. coli outbreak in spinach. (michelle, they talk about how cows are raised, too, that cows that are raised on corn are more likely to spread e.coli, etc.) the most important thing is to buy organic produce. other organic food can be seen as more of a splurge but produce is worth the extra money.

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i am leaving lovely hoboken and moving to chelsea, into a loft to live with a nice lady who i suspect has rent-control because she's been living there for thirty years. my room is medium sized, smaller than i'm used to but the rest of the place is spacious with high ceilings. i'll finally have quiet afternoons to myself before work, a nice fire ( Read more... )

things are changing. i am with someone now and i can't rid myself of the feeling that i am cheating on someone else, on P, with this new person. P and I have been broken up for 6 months but i can't get rid of this feeling.

i miss him. but i must keep this to myself.

that complicated guys are too much. smart is good but applied to anything but games.

they will say she died with a stack of twenties beneath her mattress, that she could balance martini glasses and pints of guinness on a tray running up and down a slippery staircase. she kept journals and journals, handwritten, online, addressed to others in the form of letters and in them, she seems twenty different people. they will find her ( Read more... )

she's gone and my father braids my hair. i feel her absence in my crookedly parted hair, my lopsided ponytail. my father feels her absence in his fumbling fingers, in the foreign landscape of my hair ( Read more... )

in the morning it's always where are my boxers or where is my phone. you won't look me in the eye the way you did last night, the way wine makes you look at me. the sun is dull through my curtain and your naked body is shy in the morning. i slide my back up to the wall and don't know where to put my eyes. on your sneakers. out my window. i help you ( Read more... )