When we tell the wearing of children, the tending of males How our uteruses callused as our hearts won’t wring themselves dry Then we are scolded, “Clumsy side-saddlers” mislaying male reins Yet incessant as the sea our voices continue- biting like fleas…
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mama grit
June 19th, 2008 · Comments Off on mama grit · Older Essays
Coffee slugged late at night ice cold, instant type, now almost undissolved but we really don’t have enough time to care about the taste and only want something wet with caffeine since we avoid tumbling our bedsheets with the weight of today Since you know me and I know you are both stuck with brains […]
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3 30 thoughts at the red light
June 19th, 2008 · Comments Off on 3 30 thoughts at the red light · Older Essays
it’s a beautiful sunny day and john bon jovi is still playing giants stadium so come on and shout out for tickets and let’s listen to 1987 again, since we choose the trap of bigger block engine cars with the drive shaft on the wheel and front ends that intimidate the potholes as the gravel […]
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First blogging
June 19th, 2008 · Comments Off on First blogging · Older Essays
Today, like the can of soda, exploded unexpectedly all over my hands Then finished much too quickly Some days are best put back unopened until later when no one is hot, bothered or expecting much…
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