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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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LET'S BOND: December 2009

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At 2 am, The Neighborhood Looks Bad. You evoke the pleasantries of parks and ponds and water fountains in July; foggy memories of a perfect, half-invented childhood, that’s what you are. And I'm unfolding like bad origami. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). At 2 am, The Neighborhood Looks Bad.

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LET'S BOND: January 2009

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To drink everything in is also to feel very full. I am replaying things in my mind;. I like pressing ‘rewind’ for moments i want to relive again and again,. 8216;pause’ for the ones i wish would never end,. And ‘slow motion’ for the kissing scenes. Once i drew a perfect circle and showed it to someone and they said that's an oval. I am hormonal and i will tear your hair out. You have such cute morning legs. We are the tender weather. I want to make a shirt that says, 'reading is righteous!

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LET'S BOND: October 2008

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Impending sense of destruction. Terrible nightmares about humungous rats attacking my cat, and stepping on skulls, and eating fried albino tomatoes in vinegar. Things to consider while riding public transportation on a late fall evening. Don’t drink and fly if you are a pigeon and there are winds in excess of forty miles per hour because you will crash into your pigeon friends and they will tell you that you have a drinking problem and think you are a massive asshole. I feel like shit today.

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LET'S BOND: December 2007

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LET'S BOND: August 2008

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Obtuse sensations remind me of being a kid. this morning it rained for twenty minutes before you left at seven thirty. i wiped the rain water off my bike seat and rode home. The clouds had disappeared quickly. at eight the world was mostly still and perfect. It's always so damp here, damp in the winter that shakes your bones to the marrow and damp in the summer that forms sweat through all available pores and you can go three quarters of a day without having to piss. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).