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What That: October 7
Will you tend to her with me? Will you watch the new growths bud, asking the sky to be carried up, spun about? Will you climb her, sole to bark, receiving her ripe treasure? Will you, like that old story, assist gravity in delivering to the crown of my head, the most unripe persimmon? Will you gaze upon that grey mater, viscous, the pulp, my pulp pooling at her feet? Will you notice as my beloved, my children, pour out of me in the thousands, scuttling amongst my limbs, entwined with hers?...
What That: September 30
lonely mustard, hitching a ride you mustered up the courage, pressing the button. you brushed past a sauced up business man, back from lunch happy hour. you flinched, martini breath demanding that you "pack it up, bro." you prayed, the man marinated in liquor seemed unacquainted with gravity. you squeezed past, time to dip! what what what what is a prompt for you, dear reader, that I ask you to indulge me in. let me waste a little of your time. what do you garnish? what was the last condiment...
What That: September 23
do you see Have you seen the Guernica? I've seen a study for the work, Weeping Woman with Handkerchief at the LACMA. In contrast to the grand painting, this compact piece features color, green, purple, yellow. I cannot speak for what horrors Dora Maar evoked while sitting for this study, but I have become familiar with despair. One of yesterday's Democracy Now articles speak of an 11-year-old shot in the chest. Mourners, children themselves, faces as if in cubist perspective, are...
What That: September 16
oh, cacti in the sky, what is love? black pokey forests bow down, their bodies contort themselvesalmost as to shelter their meristems.the space in my skull fills the hollows of my ears with their groans,or what their unhappy utterings might sound like. Maybe bent paperclips on a chalkboardor perhaps even a plastic lawn chair being draggedcouriering several laughing 7 year olds.I could watch your shallow undulations,calm and even, forever,like a weathered seaman - eyes steady on the...
What That: September 9
heart in a watermelon. I wrote you a letter, ten pages at least. Poured my soul into it, a number of tears too. No idea how long international post takes. I made sure to double-bag it so it won't spill, at least not until it gets to you. I've imagined your reaction to this package. I can see your brow furrow in concentration, ads, bills, and a set of keys tucked neatly behind my note, ignoring the letter opener on your entryway console, finger gliding through the miserably tongued adhesive....
What That: September 2
some possible captions last in, indeterminate out this is funny because it references a method of access that uses a stack, an ordered storage system but this system is most definitely not ordered stack overflow could also be funny for the same reasons (but also a little too obvious, imo) there's a second meaning: stacks are what the location where books are stored in the library is called stacks on stacks there's a stack of books in the picture and again, the library has stacks also, you can...
What That: August 26
god bless the racially ambiguous pancake house. the stars are yellowyonsei can you see?by the VONS blue security light?what’s so proudly we hailed:Uchinaa, Hawaii, LAand our ancestors just beaming,just dreaming.But who’s broad shoulders and bright scarsdid she — sorry — they inherit?Engineering major declared,ignoring workplace stares.But their mortgage, that mortgage,was proof that the dream was still there.(the American one, I mean.)Yonsei does that slur-spangled,self-hating hyphenate yet...
What That: August 19
11:11 ♥; If I were to make a wish, it would be that I would never have to wash anything with a bottle brush again. No, rather, I would wish for a water bottle that would perpetually be clean. God, I HATE washing my water bottles out. How much soap do I put on this brush? And how do I make it lather? Plastic, metal, no matter what kind of bottle I am cleaning, it is always clumsy. The fingers of my left hand encircling as much of the bottle's diameter as possible, the palm of that same...
What That: August 12
I cried on an airplane last week. It wasn't much different from crying on the purple line, (sorry, the D line), not much different from crying on the 4X south bound express, not different from the backseat of mom's red volvo station wagon. I cried on an airplane last week. I couldn't tell you what model the plane was, (it was a boeing plane), couldn't tell you when we became airborne, couldn't say why I cried. I cried on an airplane last week. what what what what is a prompt for you, dear...
What That: July 29
howdy howdy howdy presented without further comment. what what what what is a prompt for you, dear reader, that I ask you to indulge me in. let me waste a little of your time. what hat? what hat is the best hat? what hat is the best hat on you? what hat is the best hat but on someone else? what hat needs to burn in the fires of hell? send me a picture of your hat! Unsubscribe
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