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HumidifyingMy middle daughter is leaking out of every pore in her body. She's steaming because she's running a fever, and the entire bedroom is hazy. When I roll her over so she can breathe, and she attempts to speak, it's just gurgling. (Later, when she becomes a hurricane and I stop chasing her, I gargle water, attempting to make every possible sound to try and decode what my daughter might have said. I like to think that it was terribly important, like, Daddy, everything is flowing out of me, or maybe Daddy, I love you.) Before I close the door and call the doctor, my daughter might be crying, though I can't tell because of all the water,Humidifying
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Snarl IIThen, the lies and promises caked on her flesh, calcifying; a shell of deceit.Snarl II
I took a hammer and chipped off the lies, the chink of the metal lost in the tiny whispers of I'm pulling into the driveway, I don't know when I'll be home, I just don't know what to do.
She consented to acid baths, the lies bubbling and dissolving, and now I can't stand the smell of her; caustic and hard, and I am not foolish enough to feel her newly revealed innocent skin.
by ~scriptornequam
Snarl IHer skin tells me its secrets; every pore secretes tiny, flammable puffs of honesty that are lost in my exhalations.Snarl I
In the morning, her bones tell me, we will ache from our promises.
by ~scriptornequam
The Collected Essays...I. Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Bruce, You smell like a monkey, and you fart like one too. With apologies to Patty and Mildred HillThe Collected Essays...
II. My teenage years were fleeting; this was especially evident when I lost my virginity (age 16), in my old fort, in the woods by the train tracks, with the 10:14 roaring by. With my post-coital cigarette, I walked out to the tracks and found two quarters and a dime flattened on the tracks.
III. My favorite college is UCLA, not because I am an alumnus, but
by ~scriptornequam
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AnthroMy wife makes jokes about the skeletons in our closet.Anthro
On the back of the door is the tie rack with pre-tied bows,
clip-ons with rusted hinges,
solids and spinal columns slid on each rung, untangled. When I discovered it our first morning there, she laughed and asked me to please refrain
from disarranging the vertebrae.
She balances eggshell-colored radii and ulna
upon the staircase banister, slipping plastic rings
from nickel store vending machines on the ring fingers,
and bending the others to spell words in sign language:
Up. Look.
See
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- Current Residence: Greenville
- Interests: reading, writing, making fun of people, snorting derisively, overextending myself
- Favourite movie: Fight Club, Amelie, Star Wars, Snatch, Close Encounters, Office Space
- Favourite band or musician: Radiohead, Fatboy Slim, Weezer, Wilco, the Beatles, Johnny Cash, Queen, Modest Mouse, Cake, etc.
- Favourite genre of music: oldies/indie/alternative
- Favourite artist: Picasso. Probably.
- Favourite poet or writer: Chuck Palahniuk. John Steinbeck. Flannery O'Connor. Jonathon Safran-Foer. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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- Favourite game: Apples to Apples
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