February 2010
We swam in the Pacific
and my mother made chili with white beans
while your cat read Salinger
though the man had died the week before.
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We made love for hours until
my insides were Portuguese man-o’-wars
and we scuttled inside before the rain.
January 2010
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bah! so i am going to the zoo and they have a slow loris there.
(: so. excited.
So Yesterday
So yesterday you were an oral tradition and I was an octopus tattooed across someone’s stomach.
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I’m worried about death and nausea, the otherworld and liminal space, But I never would have guessed I’d love you so far beyond the fear that I’d be unable to run from any of it.
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Over and over again.
That was Wisconsin,
that was yesterday.
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I’m tired of college. But I have a year and a half to go. Pushhhhhhh through.