gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth

it's all for you

I know an old lady who swallowed a fly

I wake alone in a woman's room I hardly know
I.Despite lack of trying, the decade was coming to a close and no one had even bothered to steal our identities. It's not a joke, so I understand that it is not funny.Nick, do you remember when you lived in that one apartment-- where was it Lutz? Land O'Lakes? Brandon? Bradenton? Some place somewhere. And we drove straight down the road to watch everyone getting out of church. And the roads became bumpier because the terrain became rural and it didn't look like strip malls or parking lots. And we wanted to get out of the car but instead we turned around.Nick, do you remember in England when we got on the bus even though we had ninety pounds and we could h

she said you're giving up, your folks tell me you should be left alone.
I'm writing everybody break-up e-mails because you can't text message break-up. Aeneas would have but technology had not yet allowed it so he just walked away and turned to board the fleets. He should have said "see you in hell, bitch" but I guess he didn't think of it at the time. He saw her there anyway--unhappy Dido. Like the rest of us she thought it was a marriage bed. Even Odysseus made the return for the wedding bed. Swatted the suitors away like flies on your prized birthday cake rotting at the picnic table. This doesn't

lol
"She dyed her hair talk and it looked real nice," he goes on about her "she looked real beautiful tonight and was worried about getting wet on her way to the car". I keep reading because I know this story isn't about me. Maybe I'll dye my hair really light so I can prove points about good and evil. Maybe then she won't poison Faye in the whore house and instead she'll return to her son. Maybe, but probably not. Definitely not, because I have read the book over and over again and I know damn well what the ending is like.I think our cycles of human interaction are like the phases of the moon. I want to print out the calendars and hang them all over the apartmen

I need you/I don't need you
I want them to be better because they are older. I need them to be better. I need them to be better than me. Much better. Whole. Whole humans. I am sick of men missing limbs, men missing souls. The book tells the men that I'm not a gymasium but I swear that's where a rib used to be-- give me your hand-- that spot right there. Tell them I'm not a gymnasium. Tell them it can't always be me on the air planes. Tell them I have to learn to be good here, I have to learn to be better than I am now.I kiss them & they've never heard of breathing lessons. They are gorgeous swimmers. Beautiful men. The gods made them & they made me too. Unhappy Dido who has stopped her sulking

there are oceans and waves and wires between us.
He says it's all fall out. It's gonna bomb out. I should start seeking shelter. I should stop pretending that airplanes are shoes.How am I supposed to learn that kind of transportation? Everyone has an opinion and I thought that I did too.