Monday, February 21, 2011

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

thank the lord for feist

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Everything good about everything bad

April. May. June.
Land, for the shipwrecked.
Methylbenzoylecgonine, for the fiend.
Raspberries, for the child.

September. October.
Filet mignon and red wine, for the hungry.
Scratch, of the itchiest of mosquito bites.
Apple, for Eve.

November. December.
Succulent fruit on display. Seedless

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Housekeeping

Inhale. Roll into a ball. There's a grapefruit between your knees. Now child's position. Pump, pump, pump. As if someone's chasing you.


Exhale. Let go of everything.
That was always harder.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Truth

you are the remorseless piggy
-gaugau