May 12, 2012
Memphis, 3AM

What do you mean when you say that it’s ghetto?

Oh-this-architecture-isn’t-very-nice ghetto or I-just-got-shot-in-the-gut ghetto?

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April 23, 2012

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February 16, 2012
Echoes

An old man and an old woman had embedded themselves in opposite sides of my cranium; they were small and ardent and each had commandeered an ear canal and were testing my hearing by shouting to one another through my skull, “CAN YOU HEAR ME? CAN YOU HEAR ME?” at various intervals and volumes and intonations

Abstracted, I listened to them. I had nothing better to do

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February 9, 2012
Reynaud’s Syndrome

I just got off work and am standing in line at the grocery store waiting to buy three pounds of blueberries with which I’ll bake a boy a pie

My fingers are numb, holding this bag of blueberries

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January 24, 2012
“A creature driven and derided by vanity”

Sitting at a desk, serious

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January 15, 2012
Millington, Tennessee

Is it still bold if you don’t know that you’re being bold?

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January 12, 2012

“I could never really tell the difference between that death-metal-Satan-worship hand gesture and the sign for ‘I love you’, so I’ve never said either.”

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October 9, 2011
Poetry for Girls

Paint your toenails, then go to bed
Wrinkles in a blanket immortalized

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August 24, 2011
Dream

I was hazily delirious at work; I had attempted to simply not acknowledge my symptoms but now was undeniably sick in the middle of the work day. Some authority figure had noticed and observed me, then decreed that my influence was in some intolerable way corrupting the children, Anna Karenina style. I had inadvertently mislead everyone in my good-intentioned endeavor to teach literature, and a medical test was promptly needed to try to gauge what was the matter with me.

My body was bisected: cross-sectioned beneath my face all the way down to my feet in a clean, pristine cut. Scientific unambiguity. All of my veins tapered off into carnations.

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July 21, 2011

You can’t cite mythology that you wrote

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