she frowns and sucks air
in through her clenched teeth: 'hhhhhhh!'
but her eyes can't lie.
i've come out holding
a purse dripping in toilet
water. schadenfreude.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
day dream #1
i stood behind the
irish people on the lift
today. they smell good.
like wet wool and a
mustiness that i can't place.
their voices are thick
and rich and liquid.
bare feet in wet muddy grass,
someplace far away.
irish people on the lift
today. they smell good.
like wet wool and a
mustiness that i can't place.
their voices are thick
and rich and liquid.
bare feet in wet muddy grass,
someplace far away.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
the premier
Mrs deWitt
spies on her neighbors when she
waters her flowers,
small yellow pansies
in a box just outside
her kitchen window.
spies on her neighbors when she
waters her flowers,
small yellow pansies
in a box just outside
her kitchen window.
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