Barbara is out of cigarettes again. It’s wintertime, and she can’t remember a time when it was anything other than wintertime. She takes her long, puffy pink coat with the toggle buttons from the ladder-backed kitchen chair where it lives and buttons it up over her tall, narrow frame. She puts her long fingers in … Continue reading OCD
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The Virgin Mary
Imagine you’re my mother. Imagine you’re the virgin Mary. The virgin Mary has been reincarnated into this tall, thin body, this black hair and green eyes. She’s been reincarnated into a woman who chain smokes capris and drinks mountain dew out of plastic gas station cups. My mother as the virgin Mary. It’s no treat, … Continue reading The Virgin Mary
Where darkness lives
I woke up this morning thinking about my mother. I invoked her, yesterday, by talking about her, and when I woke up this morning she was there, in the room. Her spirit, her energy. My mother exists. It’s hard to believe that something still exists when you do not see it with your own eyes. … Continue reading Where darkness lives
light bulbs, chihuahuas, and writing about myself
My new apartment is two square rooms, a yellow kitchen counter, and the hum of the fridge. It is the click-click of the baseboard heaters and the cold blue light of the stark-white walls. I have not hung artwork yet. I just moved yesterday from a one-room cottage with a woodstove to this land of … Continue reading light bulbs, chihuahuas, and writing about myself
rememberies, return, freedom, the long tail end of wintertime
Oh, internet! Sweet internet! It's been so long, so much has happened, and none of it has been documented. There hasn't been any time for that. But a few things have changed, now. They are- -I just got a 16 thousand dollar settlement from the city of DC from a class action lawsuit from when … Continue reading rememberies, return, freedom, the long tail end of wintertime
water, dreams, cupcakes, the ocean floor
My dreams have been so magnificent lately. Picture this: It is the end of the world. The lowlands are filled with clear water. All you clothing is red. It’s warm, and someone is coming after you. You have to swim. You have to hide. You have to cross narrow trestles that glisten in the moonlight. … Continue reading water, dreams, cupcakes, the ocean floor
The Lake
you have so many freckles and your skin smells like chocolate. Last month it smelled like oregano and coffee, but now you smell like chocolate milk chocolate like milk chocolate dust hot chocolate powder eaten by the spoonful dipped in water licked. You are perfect. You do not think that you are perfect because you … Continue reading The Lake
Look! I wrote something!
My chemistry homework makes an appearance, as does North Dakota. ----------------------------- S A D --------- It has gotten cold here, sometimes sometimes it is not cold, but the air is filled with water like someone is misting us like we are fragile plants that need misting It has gotten sometimes cold but dark dark, dark, … Continue reading Look! I wrote something!
Lesbian Professors, I’m reading on Thursday, and other news
For Halloween C and I were middle-aged lesbian professors. We went to the goodwill on Friday. It was crawling with people, and we took the things off the racks that no-one else wanted- flammable, rustly fabrics, bright, contrasting prints, and shoulder pads. On Saturday we put on our outfits, along with blush and some lipstick … Continue reading Lesbian Professors, I’m reading on Thursday, and other news
NOTES
--->I AM BAD AT SKOOL And it is very humbling Because I am surrounded by 18 year-olds, recent immigrants people whose first language is not English women who have children and they are all better at school than me. --->I HAVE NO PERSISTANCE In its place is stubbornness and ego, and then I feel discouraged. … Continue reading NOTES
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