Tag Archives: nostalgia
cans.
it was christmas. all the walls came down at my torn toenails, the way his heels still sometimes do. it wasn’t an accident or anything; i chipped at them until they would not stand. when i got the phone number … Continue reading
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dear february.
dear february, i’m sorry for all the bad things i said to you and about you and behind your back. you are cold and cruel, but you are lovely also. you didn’t hurt me; i hurt myself & tried to … Continue reading
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2011 memory scrapbook.
because it’s the first day of 2012 and everything, and because i’m spending my day in my bed in my blankets with the window open and with a cup of bottomless coffee and gunther for company, i thought i’d take … Continue reading
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house.
there is a spoon in my house that isn’t really a spoon at all. it isn’t mine; it was just here when i moved in & probably belongs to my roommate. anyway the spoon is mostly flat. it still functions … Continue reading
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psilocybin.
you’re a handsome devil/ what’s your name? almost eight years ago i started writing a diary that, this past february and march, when i was the stupidest i’ve ever been, i typed up & cut-and-pasted into a notebook so that … Continue reading
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bangs.
i cut the bangs back again. i don’t know how to do anything else. sometimes i try for a few months to let them grow out, to grow up, but there’s no point. and everytime i cut them again i … Continue reading
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whistle.
january. we kissed without mouths, you took my hand by the back of my chair in real life a revolution in the darkness planting blood at the scene of the crime – february. i don’t trust where i have not … Continue reading
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strangers.
in a memory, i didn’t live here yet. i was pregnant and i was single and i had a terrible wardrobe. i was in love with two boys and i couldn’t bring either of them with me (if i had … Continue reading
back then.
when i was a little girl he played a song on a record player and the song made me cry so he’d stop the record and i’d beg him, i’d beg him to put it back on and it was … Continue reading
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comfort food.
i moved into a new room this week. new rooms terrify me and reassure me all at the same time. my wonderfully busy job and my amazing roommate keep me from losing my mind, as does my sister. sisters do … Continue reading
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