tummy story
February 12, 2009 – 12:58 pmin case you, for reasons unknown, need an update on my life:
- i hide gum in my desk drawer because the boss steals gum like no one’s business
- this weekend was filled with breakfasts involving sausage, bacon, and french toast with powdered sugar
- we have a giant (2 lb) jar of animal cookies sitting in our office cube, and those cookies go like hotcakes
- as a joke, my gay office spouse bought me an entire dozen cookies (really good ones) and i’ve already eaten three
- hieu bought me a gazillion chocolates from the cute boutique chocolate shop in the Village and i’ve already eaten three
- i ate a footlong corndog yesterday at the Rockets game, and washed it down with a giant chocolate chip cookie
so in a nutshell, the next time you see me, i will look like the Pillsbury Doughgirl.
over and out.
hello
January 30, 2009 – 2:59 pmi’ve had your smoldering (lack of) words burning smoke through my lungs,
and i was thinking,
how appropriate that your kisses taste like faded cigarettes
(your chin like sandpaper against my spine.)
idreamandream restlessly listlessly of the way your face changes with the anticipation of flight
and beat
and rhythm
and we move through hardwood like rosemary, like thyme
“If I ask two favors of you ever, please try to do those two favors. At least try.
Do not throw me in the fire because there are torches alighting furiously under your hands.
Take a geometry refresher course if you’re all out of solutions.
Remember that the only way hyperventilation helps a headache is if you pass out.
You can’t get along with everybody. Leave me out of the box if your toys don’t like me.
Know and believe that Before and After are not synonyms.
Trust me enough to ask for a way out. I have been known to build exits with my bare hands.
Hold shells up to your ears so they can hear the earth.”
- tetheredto
January 21, 2009 – 1:16 am
i am almost positive that
your lungs match the folds above my collarbone
and the way your tone comes in
identical waves and falls,
i know. i’ve seen you before.
–
“The way young people stupidly spin around each other
Resembles a garden with a thousand detours”
– Jacob Cats
among other things
January 10, 2009 – 8:44 pmmost of the time, i’m wondering if there are actually stages of numbness, or if it’s all rolled into some kind of messy ball of nonchalance.
i wonder how our bodies go through the motions.
and how alike we are.
not wanting to give an inch.
not wanting to ask for anything.
but our bodies are singing. our bodies are begging.
and in the end, is it really worth holding back…?
why do i agree to go out when it’s too cold to get out of my pajamas?
tidbits
January 8, 2009 – 4:08 pmi.
“just remember, when you should grab something, grab it. if you should let go, let go.”
ii.
i’ve had this Marc Anthony salsa song stuck in my head for my entire workday. “Ay… como te quiero, ay como te adoro, ay Lolita linda, tu eres mi tesoro. Es que me vuelves loco”
when length matters most
January 7, 2009 – 8:59 pmit’s winter, and my hair takes over three hours to dry.
i should cut it, probably.
year of the ox
January 7, 2009 – 12:19 pmif i am working through stages of numbness to ultimately reach a goal of detachment, what does that mean for “living”? why do i curse myself for feeling too much, when maybe that’s what makes life worth living?
and what of vulnerability?
if we do not allow ourselves to feel vulnerable, are we really human?
to hell with it, it’s the year of the Ox. my year. it’s going to be a good one.