I need to read up on it and try to figure out how to get that mother out.
11.30.2009
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11.28.2009
November the Twenty-Eighth
"The cuss you are."
"The cuss am I? Are you cussing with me?"
"No, you cussing with me?"
"Don't cussing point at me!"
"If you're gonna cuss, you're not gonna cuss with me, you little cuss!"
"You're not gonna cuss with me!"
11.27.2009
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11.26.2009
November the Twenty-Sixth
Cause I'm N Luv wit a stripper
She poppin'
She rollin'
She rollin'
She climbin that pole and
I'm N Luv with a stripper
She trippin'
She playin'
She playin'
I'm not goin nowhere girl
I'm stayin'
I'm N Luv with a stripper
11.25.2009
November the Twenty-Fifth
You look so beautiful and peaceful, you almost look dead. And I'm glad, because there's something I want to say that's always been very difficult for me to say. I slit the sheet, the sheet I slit, and on the slitted sheet I sit. There. I've never been relaxed enough around anyone to say that.
11.24.2009
November the Twenty-Fourth
I'm sure someone said something interesting/novel/banal/something; but apparently I wasn't really paying attention.
11.23.2009
11.23.09
Over the course of the past few months, Johnny began to realize that he was different than other boys in his class. He wondered if what "red" meant to him was the same as what "red" meant to his second cousin, Rachael. It was at that moment that Johnny first noticed the dolphins that were swimming along side his submarine.
11.22.2009
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11.17.2009
11.17.09
For the first time, on the road north of Tampico,
I felt the life sliding out of me,
a drum in the desert, harder and harder to hear.
I was seven, I lay in the car
watching palm trees swirl a sickening pattern past the glass.
My stomach was a melon split wide inside my skin.
"How do you know if you are going to die?"
I begged my mother.
We had been traveling for days.
With strange confidence she answered,
"When you can no longer make a fist."
Years later I smile to think of that journey,
the borders we must cross separately,
stamped with our unanswerable woes.
I who did not die, who am still living,
still lying in the backseat behind all my questions,
clenching and opening one small hand.
11.16.2009
November the Sixteenth
"My daughter has a rash on her pussy."
(Boy, I've just discovered I am not only uncomfortable saying that word, I am also rather uncomfortable typing it. Prude. I'm talking to myself. Bye.)
11.15.2009
11.14.2009
November the Fourteenth
Did you ever notice that all the suburbs around here sound like Cemeteries? Oak Forest. Highland Park. Morton Grove.
11.13.2009
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