She is due any day now and I am so excited to become an aunt again. This little miracle will be my third....and I plan on spoiling him as much as I have spoiled the other two!
Aunt "jojo" is going to buy him a PONY!!!!
<sigh> I love babies.


AbsorbentThere is something unexhausted of you in this aging washed-out coat and I lift it to my nose to taste the smell that desiresAbsorbent
to be invited- ignited in the closing of your breath, untarnished and thirsty. Like rage it licks, streams, and enters my dreams glossy as brilliance- you- rush in my mentation with warmth that comforts my skin. I breathe you in unfathomable.... not wanting to exhale.


DeficiencyWhat else do we haveDeficiency
but what we can hold
in our own two hands?
Reticent whispers of honey
sprinkle on my chest
and I find that soughs
deplete the sweetness
burned into me.
In the palm, I hold
a blade of bluestem-
dancing, swirling,
wanting me to taste,
what she tastes,
when it rains.
I want some of that redolence.
I desire the sigh and suck
of a splitting cantaloupe
to wake me,
the seeds to carr


Rusted Swing SetRusted Swing SetRusted Swing Set
Today feels wrong..today is an error—a mistake, Today is the math problem no one can figure out. It’s the ice cream cone that keeps melting before I can get a lick, It’s the girlfriend that sucked your best-friend’s dick.. Just wrong..
An orchestra without instruments.. a pity, The pervert with a hand up my skirt; telling jokes that only he thinks are witty. While I wonder when my parents will be back from that movie, I want to be anywhere, but here.. perhaps sitting on a bridge while working on a strawberry smoothie. &nbs


Plangent EquanimityPlangent EquanimityPlangent Equanimity
Like a child--alone and frightened--frozen in the face of fear, I unwrap the pretty plastic to find
unreality sheathed in reality. My soul isn't my own,but the property of an unacknowledged nonentity without visage, Would I see things differently if my eyes were brown instead of dark vermilion? I can drink the ocean if I want to..and
the Nameless One can make me disappear, Would you come and look f
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Melancholy is delicious even when it starts to spoil.
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Melancholy is delicious even when it starts to spoil.
I hope you've had a wonderful holiday season.
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Melancholy is delicious even when it starts to spoil.
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