inflammation !

the worst part about

having iritis is you

can't wear an eye patch.

honestly, the whole 

eventual blindness thing 

sucks pretty bad, too.

an interesting drug

your head is nestled

in the crook created by

my elbow and breast.

we both sigh relief

as oxytocin seeps from

my brain to my heart,

bringing with it the

memories of you ripping

through me, bursting forth

in savage splendor;

a wide-eyed, magnificent

new force in this world.

oops.

i'm coming clean and
admitting that i had a
mother's day meltdown.

on aging

"I have 3 fake teeth."
"Mark my words : I'm going blind."
"Well, my bladder's shit."

when we play the game
"whose body's decaying fastest"
there is no winner.

in the shadow of a small tyrant

ice clatters glass in
melting cocktails that tip in
tired victory.

A.M. comedy

you took my picture
and then showed me right away
(bless technology).

I saw it and laughed
because I've aged a decade
in the past six months.

"Jesus, if I look
this bad NOW, what will I look
like in ten more years ?"

you narrow your eyes
and correctly estimate
"twenty-two and blond."

i'm a fucking genius, folks.

today's brilliant
idea : deciding to give
my dog a haircut.

her contribution :
walking through the little pile
of curls on the floor.