fakebrightplasticfood.blogspot.com
Fake Bright Plastic Food: She wanted second-hand smoke the way his mouth said “hi”
http://fakebrightplasticfood.blogspot.com/2011/05/she-wanted-second-hand-smoke-way-his.html
Fake Bright Plastic Food. Monday, May 2, 2011. She wanted second-hand smoke the way his mouth said “hi”. The ocean is not a good idea. is around 6 years old. is full of freckles. The ocean embarrasses me. low-income, squirming. Makes me feel different around people in tshirts, with long legs,. Or else if i pretended to write a letter. And it only spilled out, raw sewage all over,. On the airplane’s descent. the vulnerable anthropologist. The ocean is confidently predicted by my embarrassing hunger. The o...
fakebrightplasticfood.blogspot.com
Fake Bright Plastic Food: 04/04/11
http://fakebrightplasticfood.blogspot.com/2011_04_04_archive.html
Fake Bright Plastic Food. Monday, April 4, 2011. One time i had horses. Until floating became something. To slip into people’s drinks,. My knees suddenly too weak. To be held onto,. Too many foot noises. And my own wandering. People are too lonely. So many drinks hugging skin, slipping. Long hair is not even that pretty. A poem needs to throw up. We find out the accuracy. I am no longer of identity,. Than grasshoppers and ants. These things aren’t important,. But they’re enough to be. Like sleeping again,.
fakebrightplasticfood.blogspot.com
Fake Bright Plastic Food: 04/17/11
http://fakebrightplasticfood.blogspot.com/2011_04_17_archive.html
Fake Bright Plastic Food. Sunday, April 17, 2011. 8220;I thought I would die if my name didn't. Touch me, or only with its very end, leaving. The inside open to so many feelers. Like chance rain pouring down from the clouds.". Rosmarie Waldrop, CURVES TO THE APPLE. It was always about. A filled in space. Where my thoughts didn’t. Like babies who don’t know. I became aquainted with stairs. Couldn’t move through them. I have to get them over with. Once too many times. Rain is still surprising,. But doesn&#...
fakebrightplasticfood.blogspot.com
Fake Bright Plastic Food: 04/27/11
http://fakebrightplasticfood.blogspot.com/2011_04_27_archive.html
Fake Bright Plastic Food. Wednesday, April 27, 2011. April 27th, 192011. I write “Derrick” in a love poem,. Thinking this means people may fall. Thinking people other than me are,. Sometimes sideways and once,. A small placing like hands or chalk lines,. Once tipping over like names that don’t come from,. Once naming something inside a person who feels empty. One time, “maybe people will fall in love with you.”. Somewhere, buried in my closet. Somewhere, only my cat knows how to arrive. It is the capacity.
fakebrightplasticfood.blogspot.com
Fake Bright Plastic Food: may.22.2011
http://fakebrightplasticfood.blogspot.com/2011/05/today.html
Fake Bright Plastic Food. Monday, May 23, 2011. I apologize ahead of time for all the. Photographs that have never. We talk about frequently. We have a lot of them. They can’t distinguish each other. Little categories, sure. Blowing into empty space. It’s been a very. Last time i honestly can’t. Really start meeting folks, how i relate to mine. The only way i can ever really see you. You, or glasses of old cabernet. You, or windows with dirty hand signals. You: (a little bit) tricky long-distance.
fakebrightplasticfood.blogspot.com
Fake Bright Plastic Food: 04/05/11
http://fakebrightplasticfood.blogspot.com/2011_04_05_archive.html
Fake Bright Plastic Food. Tuesday, April 5, 2011. The best kind of. Coming back down them. The way the Spanish. There are trucks made. Of table clothes,. The rest of us. Mixing up the differences. Between throat and sink. A good guess will represent. Like chest, legs, immaculate penmanship. Not to drink but for setting. The next time your hand. Birds and snow chains and bear traps,. Things that palm readings. The will to scoop hands into your lap,. By the number of umbrellas. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
fakebrightplasticfood.blogspot.com
Fake Bright Plastic Food: 04/10/11
http://fakebrightplasticfood.blogspot.com/2011_04_10_archive.html
Fake Bright Plastic Food. Sunday, April 10, 2011. Lastly, Day Ten. Always nothing more than going back. Makes me ache like sign posts, alphabet, pronouns. Like mommy, daddy, love. Tender, sitting inside the outside places. Accommodation, pretty explanations. Even when they don’t, much more than hunter&prey. My mouth resembling a child. It wants what has already been. Mentioned, before, only pretend houses,. Now, much stronger. Because of places where i slept,. Weather i may or may not have imagined.
fakebrightplasticfood.blogspot.com
Fake Bright Plastic Food: Day, something
http://fakebrightplasticfood.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-something.html
Fake Bright Plastic Food. Thursday, April 21, 2011. I’m being forced to write something. The sun’s pictures of dead and dying fans squashed against the railings. I’m not making it into cheapskate lemonade or authoritative figures, not just for dead people but for all images: they’ve no problem with making someone look a bit prettier or more appropriate for the grass photos of stepmother sin. They were in and have been scooped up by the river side, not by wealth but understanding. Is it OK or not? When I ...
fakebrightplasticfood.blogspot.com
Fake Bright Plastic Food: April 27th, 192011
http://fakebrightplasticfood.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-27th-192001.html
Fake Bright Plastic Food. Wednesday, April 27, 2011. April 27th, 192011. I write “Derrick” in a love poem,. Thinking this means people may fall. Thinking people other than me are,. Sometimes sideways and once,. A small placing like hands or chalk lines,. Once tipping over like names that don’t come from,. Once naming something inside a person who feels empty. One time, “maybe people will fall in love with you.”. Somewhere, buried in my closet. Somewhere, only my cat knows how to arrive. And one of these.
