O Baby.

All of our livers were harvested and sold as "DIY X-MAS ORNAMENTS" on Etsy.com this weekend.

Goodness.

A We was all "Hi, I'm obsessed with you. My name is _____." And the other part of the We blushed until the skin was a deep burgundy. And I said "O, nice to meet you." Which really meant I know, aren't We all?

Can you even imagine?

Why am I mourning this?

One year ago, I wished yr plane to crash.

I'm obsessing about subscription this week/the things people subscribe to.




Hey, remember that time that you (attempted suicide)
Hey, remember that other time when you (attempted suicide) for a second time



Where are the bruises now? What is it with you and the neck?



There is that picture of us, me in a shimmy dress and you looking pale and bloat-sunken. We both have those black eyes, the kind that happen when the pupils kidnap the color and abandon it dead in some woods. Does anyone have any heroin? someone asks. We shrug.

Dressing the Parts

Here I comes.
--Anne Lauterbach


So, here we are,
I am a kind of diction

I can walk around in
clothed in the six-inch heels

of arrogation and scurrility.
And what are you

wearing? Is it those boxer
things again? I hope it is

those boxer things
and nothing else

except your eyes;
I like your eyes; do you

like the way my feet
are long, narrow,

with toenails like tiny television screens?
And hair is important.

A fog of hair floating
above the fields of the body.

Or the body as bald
as a truffle;

very French--
swine on leashes.

Like you, my pig.
I'm your truffle and

for you
reading is eating

Is too.

When you were at the Brasseire
eating--

crepes fourees, and,
legumes a la Grecque, and,

and, and--
you felt like you had read all of

Leaves of Grass at one sitting.
Wait, I see something

between your teeth:
it is a kiss as wet

and mobile as a gourami
in an aquarium.

Oh. God. Yes.
Describe the lips.

Describe what
the lips are wearing.

Is it that color called
Red-as-the-roofs-of-Brest?

That color that the lips
of the you are wearing?

That you, reader,
that you are wearing.

--Lynn Emanuel

Bumper Sticker.

"The truth is I'm always a little happy to encounter hostility to Salinger; it makes it easier to be his unabashed advocate, it helps remind me of the things I love about him."
from The Salinger Weather, Thomas Beller

Sp(oiled).

"There's the south and there's the south and this is one south where no one wants to be."

from Here They Come by Yannick Murphy

A pocket full of pills.

O sweet 2006.