Sunday, August 31, 2008

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

If You were a ball of fire-
that You are, I'd roll Myself in alcohol and collide into you. Being all burnt up, I could live recluse someplace out of the Way, unpaved road lined with Japanese Maples and wildflowers.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Friday, August 22, 2008

She tries to think of a way that would be the least traumatic for the person or people who found her. She didn't want to be dead for days before anyone came. The thought of her dog without food or water, his pilings in the corner of her room. He looks up at her now, as if he knows what's she's planning. Don't do it, he says with his smoky yellow eyes. 

She's contemplated pills. Jumping off cliffs (although there were none around). Running her car into a tree (although the thought of disfigurement without death terrified her more than going). Anything particularly violent was out. No stabbing. No guns. No hanging. In truth, she supposed, there were only a handful of ways to go out. She'd love to leave triumphantly, saving the life of a stranger, dying during an experimental surgery to cure cancer. It won't happen naturally. She will either take it herself, as it is hers in the first place, or it will happen to her in some fantastic tragedy as she least expects it. She will welcome it, teary eyes and lips open and she will melt away like sugar in water. 
If  I could vacuum up all the stars in our galaxy I would save them and spit them out into my apartment because that's how bright I feel. 

Monday, August 11, 2008

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Our bodies, like two spiral
Galaxies starting slowly towards each other, when
The Universe isn't looking,
GRAVITY
They collide and spin into each Other for a brief time, but
In actuality, lasts for a few billion years.
They exchange stars.
Having been forever altered from the touch,
spanning epochs.

Monday, August 4, 2008

July

















Life Preserver

A  yellow inflatable circle
with Rope. In Case of Emergencies,
hang on for Your dear life until We
find You floating there. Shocked You
are still living.
Unbelieved that You are breathing
so deeply, Your eyes closed with exhaustion.
We lift You out of the water, Your sodden
body filled with Liquid. You cannot
make memories of these months out 
in the Sentient Ocean. She has cradled You
in Her arms until we saw you. A yellow spec.