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bleed your food
Together, with the palms of my hands and the intelligent moon, we drew the outlines of horses in the dirt and watched them balloon up and grow skin and muscle. We cut them with knives to be convinced of their possession of blood. Then we ate our conjured horses. It was savagery in its purest [...]
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bone breeds a baby
The bone i found is from the lower half of her body. It’s covered in dust. I wash it clean. I add it to a large bowl of other bones. Some from her body, some from other bodies. Some bones are teeth. Some bones and fake bones, stolen bones from the hips of museum dinosaurs, [...]
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gray days
i have writers block. i’ve always had it. since the beginning. and it just got worse. i got worse. as i got better i got worse. the time between pages grew longer. the pauses between words stretched out forever. it feels good to say it: i have writers block. or i have some kind of [...]
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a quarter to midnight
dust, television, spiderwebs, glass of water, lamp light, bare feet, red paint, wool sweater, siren, 62 pages left to read in book, smudge on glasses, stillness, closed window, 53 degrees, closed curtains, longing, laughter, clothes on bed, looking for insects, cluttered desk, washer and dryer both off, anger, hardwood floors, commercials, anxious, sagging face, resentment, [...]
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headphones. macbook. twine. external hard drive. plastic bags. door hinges. curtains. eyeglasses. moroccan sheep skin lamp. knitting needles. extension cord. picture frame. led zeppelin 10 cd box set. push pins. bubble wrap. tape measure. jewelry box. yoga mat.
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March 11, 2009
Proposed program of study: MFA, Literary Arts
Dear Ms.
I regret to inform you that the Literary Arts Program did not approve your application for admission to Brown University’s Graduate School for the 2009-2010 academic year. Admission decisions are made on a comparative basis and are the result of a careful evaluation of each candidate’s [...]
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what came in the post
and waiting for one more…
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“portraits of the insane”
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i regret everything that happened there. every word spoken, every action taken. everything. it was a big sloppy, expensive, regrettable mess.
now lets have some yogurt!
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i love what’s happening.
a ripe kind of madness.
all plump with the right amount of drama and sedation.
don’t call the doctors.
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false instruments
not settling, not compromising any values, not taking whatever i can get because of its convenience.
plain and boring, contemplating the unfamiliarity of the future, of the present, becoming more and more voluntarily detached from the past, all pasts, not just mine, but yours too.
bearing, enduring, solidify, strengthening, hardening, simplifying
out of control, unresistant, in unison with [...]
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i’m in love with a physicist
he doesn’t exist,
because i’m delusional,
exactly how i want to be,
living in a dreamworld,
fantasy,
like fruit picked from a tree,
i can pluck from any imaginary world i want,
i want a physicist,
he’s got a research job,
he makes a lot of money,
he pays the rent,
because i write and make art,
i don’t make money,
he drinks whiskey,
he doesn’t drink whiskey,
not a [...]
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i wish my family was strong enough to walk away and turn our backs on this christmas holiday. we don’t gather for god, gifts, or family. what are we doing? we’d feel the relief that we’re all yearning for if we just stopped and opened ourselves up into our own paths. a path of familiar [...]
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residue
when will i peel away all the costumes
and what will i find: puppeteer? farmer? astrophysicists? lover of trapeze?
i’ve been bending for a while towards the language but as if i haven’t
passed through it completely. when does this light bend again?
or can i rely on the archaic fluids of opportunity to open me into halves…
two members [...]
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institutions
a week ago i ripped up and completely destroyed the paper copies of almost everything i’ve ever written. last night i destroyed all of the remaining computer files.
i did it. i kept only six pieces of writing. 6.
i don’t miss any of it. i was glad to see it go.
kinda like taking off an eskimo [...]
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low on fish oil tablets, have three large bottles of chewable vitamin C in the house, got money back from the federal government, toes got numb multiple times, starting to believe i have bad circulation in my legs, found out on the internet that if you want to get a cake from charm city cakes [...]
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this world is an illusion
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i can only smell it, humanity
it must have something to do with support or lack of support or because the number of black spots on the walls of my blood-pumping heart is growing rapidly. small heart attacks. i’m healthy. i’ve been eating well. i take care of myself as much as i can. but every time i trip up, slip [...]
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your famous tortoise
whoa, is that a helicopter. no an elephant.
such simple mistakes i’ve been making. planting hard boiled eggs in soil. drawing blood with spaghetti. cuddling with the bones at the graveyard. kissing hot coals. polishing hay. sitting on lit candles. scooping out the center of teeth. vaccinating the immune.
have you learned from poetry and the poets. [...]
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exercise in negative capability
milk before killing, milk before eating (with the patience required for screwing in a light bulb)
There’s room for meat
and mars this time of year is burnt skin.
They peel it.
When i reach the telephone booth please have my horse ready. He’s been gnawing on the number nine. The last cloud of hay didn’t come [...]
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(egg-electric gestation)
body=eggshell
electricity=egg
we attempt to plural it.
i press up out of the body, upon
crater
landfill
field
peel, infant exoskeleton
husk, malfunction
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