i love when my clothes are covered in sand the bartender the bartender at clyde feeds me one free high noon after another he looks irish or something he hits on me we talk about being young about drinking boones farm in a mine pit a small chorus on stage sings the word misery i […]
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turn to honey, turn to dust
strange dreams last night, which i anticipated. always strange dreams after we break up. restless sleep. hot. the smoke rolled in. i wake up early and beau pees on the carpet while i’m brushing my teeth. i get stung by one of the wasps living on my deck. i’ll kill them all later. i drive […]
all the horses in me are wild
beach, north dakota, is by far the windiest place i’ve ever been. it’s one of many things that makes being on the plains so humbling. walking in a straight line is impossible. driving through it is exhausting. having a coherent thought, standing out there in those punishing gusts, is out of the question. i’ve been […]
i’ve always liked dancing with you
it’s late november now and these three pieces are all from early spring, shortly before things fell through with you and k- and you came back to the house for the summer. before we decided to try to get pregnant. before you took me to the city for my birthday and before things felt good […]
our bodies are a beautiful country
r- sits in my candlelit living room reading jorge borges. he sips from a glass of my good californian whiskey. my dog and i lay on the sheepskins nearby, listening. i finish a cup of half chamomile tea, half milk. a bit of honey. i think about how r- is a teacher and try to […]
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