September 2009
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Inappropriate
Something I’m not even joking about:
One time on a job in Detroit, in order to get to the mall, I had to take exit 69 for Big Beaver Road.
August 2009
15 posts
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Apple Tree
up up up in the apple tree he climbs real high and calls down to me ‘break off a branch and peel back the leaves, sit in the shade and think of me’ he loves me he loves me not
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Mad About You
He’s sitting next to me on the couch. He’s got his Santa Claus Santa Claus suspenders on. This means he’s got suspenders which have Santa Claus on them, but they also happen to be the suspenders he’ll wear when playing Santa Claus. Though I doubt this will happen, because, while he is jolly (mostly a sarcastic jolly, though) he’s not fat. And never will be.
Thomas’ new roommate is sitting on a...
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Terminology
I struggle to find terms for us. I am either a girl or a woman. You are either a boy or a man. But we are both and neither. We are somewhere in between. So we will remain undefined and unclassified until we mature, or regress, I guess
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What I Want
Four a.m. End of the party. There’s already one person passed out on the couch. I’ve already got a friend coming home with me to pass out on mine.
But there’s this boy left over. He’s the remainder of this long division night.
“Please let me come home with you,” he begs.
“You’re either going to sleep on the floor here or on the floor at my apartment, so…”
“Please,” he pleads again.
“Whatever.” But...
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Ghost
“He was really hot, from what I remember,” she says.
I conjure up his image in my mind. Blonde hair. Scruffy beard. Calculator watch. “Yeah. He was really good looking. And he was a sculptor.” I picture him in his studio, squishing the clay between his rough palms. Running his wet fingers down a canal of damp earth. He’s got terracotta-crusted hands. He’s got sweat on his upperlip. “God. You can’t...
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Fast-Dancing
Her and I, we sit at the bar. It’s past midnight already. Previous to now we were at an art show, and low and behold, after weeks of complaining of the complete lack of cute boys around town one appeared like a vision to my friend, far superior a piece of work than those that hung on the walls.
But here we sit in a booth at the bar, the bar she invited him to, alone, with our heads in our hands,...
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Puddle
Here’s how I want it to be:
He comes back to town in a few weeks- just long enough to bring me to the breaking point of yearning but not so long that I forget the desire. Then, without speaking a word to one another, he grabs me by the waist and kisses me. Movie kiss. It’s a slow, long, passionate kiss and I’m so taken aback by it that at first my arms hang limp at my sides. Maybe I drop the pen...
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Scent
Would you turn down an inconvenient job in a time of recession? Well, most people wouldn’t have the option to say no….
Not too long ago, I left for five weeks to work in Michigan. But this job came at a very inconvenient time- right when me and my friend and I were discovering that our late-night conversations, our ability to create art together, and the way we both felt after I spent the night...
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To the Boy I Have Yet to Know
To the boy I have yet to know:
I’m most excited about the mornings. The mornings we wake up to the sun, and no matter what a lovely night we’ve had previous, the anticipation of another day makes our chests nearly rupture. And you pull me into you so we adjust, my head buried in your beard, my hand stroking the curls on your body, our legs entwined, and we fall back asleep.
Ps: (I promise to do my...
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Sleeping Arrangements
The lights are off. I lay in my bed and she lays on my couch, only ten feet from one another. The skylights cast rectangular cutouts of moonlight in a ladder-pattern down the length of the studio.
“Oh my gosh. He was so cute. No. He wasn’t even cute. He was, like sexy.”
“Yeah. He was definitely what you’d call sexy.”
“He was, like, rugged sexy.”
“Yeah. He was like rugged sexy but also gentle...
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Jealousy
There was a boy I used to be involved with. (And when I speak of jealousy, please keep in mind it’s not the kind of jealousy which is tinted red and green but instead the kind of jealousy which is sepia toned; the color of memories stored in worn out photographs and old slides that don’t belong to you but to your aunt or your friends parents and have been stored, untouched, in a closet for twenty...
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...And Counting
There are eight boys on my list. Some girls have fifteen. Some have more. Some guys have many many more. And some guys only have one. But these names are only the tiles, and what this list leaves out is the grout.
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