"We ain't got nothing 'til we get something."
- American Tourist at Saint Lawrence Market.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
The Nose Knows
She was over him. The relationship was done.
She was sure of it the day she noticed that that
she didn't like the way he smelled.
Something had changed.
Lovers have scents.
Ex-lovers have odours.
She was sure of it the day she noticed that that
she didn't like the way he smelled.
Something had changed.
Lovers have scents.
Ex-lovers have odours.
Sylvia Plath at the Bed and Bath
(painted on the wall of the home supply superstore)
"- There must be quite a few things that a hot
bath won't cure - but I don't know many of them."
(I wonder what she should have said about the kitchen.)
"- There must be quite a few things that a hot
bath won't cure - but I don't know many of them."
(I wonder what she should have said about the kitchen.)
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Totally Actual Teenage Poetry
Love is a four letter word.
Take heed, it hurts.
For as I was told,
and as I believe,
if it hurts,
you are in love.
Follow that hurt until your heart explodes.
Take heed, it hurts.
For as I was told,
and as I believe,
if it hurts,
you are in love.
Follow that hurt until your heart explodes.
Monday, August 13, 2007
The Lonliness of the Long Distance Lover
He came with eager delight.
Her name upon his lips,
His mind all over her body.
Her name upon his lips,
His mind all over her body.
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
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