Thursday, August 31, 2006

Defining Characteristics

ATTN: i have a new favorite word! my new favorite word is "trollop." it came to me as in a dream on my stroll to the laundry room.
trol·lop
n.
1. A woman regarded as slovenly or untidy; a slattern.
2. A strumpet.

although, i have to say, "strumpet" is running a pretty close second.

Saturday, August 26, 2006

It's Just Missing; No, I Don't Mind It.

There's something apparently intimate, endearing about a lost voice. To small children it is, evidently, magical. They lean in close and tell you things as though they were divulging, not just answering simple questions.
Would you like a sticker?
Yes.
What are you going to do with it?
I'm going to put it on my jacket.

Imagine this whispered with hands cupping a little mouth to prevent anyone outside the conversation from seeing what is being said.

How did you lose your voice? Were you iceskating?

Are you sad?

Will your voice ever come back?

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Come On, Think About It.

I bet you could feel it from all the way up north, my mental packing and travel toward you. We could keep a Williamsburg apartment, cluttered with old things and books, listen to records and only cook brunch. Every other meal: out. We can hold hands occasionally, and at arms' length we'll spill out our best haikus (all of them). We could stay beautiful. Well dressed in every sense; better that way, and we could be happy by ourselves forever.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Some New Material For The Slightly Defeated...

my picture of hell is to yell
my name
my love
my passion
down a long, dark tunnel
and hear only
my name
my love
my passion
echoed back to me in blank mockery

if love is to say "yes" in a world that says "no"
i am ultimately, eternally
in love and heart broken

by empty faces, staring eyes
and mouths too shy to speak.

it's so hard to go on alone.

Monday, August 7, 2006

The Swings Are Down.

There is no possible way to know beforehand, for all the scripted words, mirrored conversations, paragraphs chanted rhythmically into stale car interiors, how it is that things will turn out.

Sometimes I lose and sometimes I win.

Sometimes nothing happens for a long time.

Tuesday, August 1, 2006

I Can Pack A Bag In Less Than 30 Minutes.

I desperately want to trade lives
with someone living in Oregon.