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So'ham: Arroz y Frijoles.

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I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am. Sylvia Plath. A little over a year ago I was sitting in Matthew’s car in front of my apartment building. It was one of those typical cold, Chicago, January nights, but I was warm from 2.5 martinis and a really great first date. We were at that awkward moment: either you kiss or you don’t, either you plan the second date . . . or don’t. During that strange moment I had a chance to really look at his face. 8221; He smiled wide.

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So'ham: Dirty Secret

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I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am. Sylvia Plath. I can hear the mouse nibbling on the poisonous green pellets from one of the ten traps I've laid out. Once every hour it waddles from under the radiator, saunters to a spot under the dining room table, then returns to its cozy nook. I watch from the couch. Matthew calls from Missouri and tells me to smash it with one of my cowboy boots. I'll try," I tell him and hang up. Perhaps you resent the little beast beca...

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So'ham: 08.05

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I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am. Sylvia Plath. When i grow up mom." she looks at her mom who isn't listening. Mom mom." her mom looks. When i grow up mom i want to live in chicago." she grabs onto the metal bar and pulls herself up so she can see out of the window better. Okay sit down honey" her mom grabs her shirt. Can i come and visit? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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So'ham: 01.09

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I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am. Sylvia Plath. Somewhere, in autumns, the songs grow surer with waiting.". Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Somewhere, in autumns, the songs grow surer with .

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So'ham: Squirrels

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I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am. Sylvia Plath. She feeds the squirrels from 6-7pm everyday. She smiles and laughs as if she knows them. As if they know her. She's content and at peace. First time i noticed her i smirked. And made a mental note to point her out to matt. She lives in my building. On the third floor, i think. She takes her time creaking up the stairs. What must it be like to be happy feeding squirrels? I'm jealous of her, i think.

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So'ham: 11.08

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I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am. Sylvia Plath. The Mad Farmer Liberation Front. Love the quick profit, the annual raise,. Vacation with pay. Want more. Of everything ready-made. Be afraid. To know your neighbors and to die. And you will have a window in your head. Not even your future will be a mystery. Any more. Your mind will be punched in a card. And shut away in a little drawer. When they want you to buy something. So, friends, every day do something.

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So'ham: 09.07

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I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am. Sylvia Plath. Thanks for comin' all the way out here. Don't see much drama. Means a lot.". You're welcome." I put my hand into his calloused one. He nods shyly and, before I can say anything more, turns and walks away. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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So'ham: Adventures in Babysitting

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I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am. Sylvia Plath. I notice H has a temporary tattoo of a broken heart on her forearm. Why a broken heart, H? Because sadness makes the world more beautiful.". And then she runs on ahead and finds me the most perfect stick for the most perfect magic wand ever. Hey, those lamp posts look like they could be from Narnia." I'm feeling whimsical. They are." His look is full of pity. His red cape lifts and swirls.

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So'ham: 04.09

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I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am. Sylvia Plath. I notice H has a temporary tattoo of a broken heart on her forearm. Why a broken heart, H? Because sadness makes the world more beautiful.". And then she runs on ahead and finds me the most perfect stick for the most perfect magic wand ever. Hey, those lamp posts look like they could be from Narnia." I'm feeling whimsical. They are." His look is full of pity. His red cape lifts and swirls. I tiptoe through the ...