2985 53 26
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"Look," he said. "Look at the knife. See how I hold it?"
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2985 2 1
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The following day, I was so nervous that I decided to have a drink to keep a lid on my nerves. It wasn't even noon yet. They say that's when you know it's getting bad, and that drinking has become a problem. But I hadn't gone out with anyone in over fi
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2983 44 20
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He was manic, depressive, schizophrenic, bipolar, paranoid, cyclothymic, borderline, or a genius.
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2979 31 31
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When Uncle Dan got sent to the Alzheimer's ward, the ladies licked their lips. Fresh meat.
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2979 1 1
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The men who have come to take me have science on their side. I know this is true, and yet I sit on the same bed I've had since girlhood, unable to move myself to pack even a pair of socks. What does one wear at the asylum anyway? Pajamas? Certainly my suits will be useless.…
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2978 21 17
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2977 11 9
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An old man, a widower; living alone, defenseless. It was a given.
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2976 28 27
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Acts have no meaning, but they do have / trajectory
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2974 11 6
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He tells people about the whores, but what he really recalls is when someone from a room above dropped a rug on his patio.
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2972 25 20
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2972 6 1
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At the center of the world
our bodies float over each other
near to everything, at the center
of being
Not like arrows pointing in three directions
but like our own bodies
pulsing in and out
Laughter can cure nearly anything
it is sa
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2972 1 1
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Now all I have left is yesterdays.
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2972 3 4
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In some parts of town, people are not allowed to grow vegetables because of the plutonium used in the Lab. Three local parks were recently found to be contaminated.
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2971 11 6
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This poem begins my poetry collection. It is about the pain and suffering I experienced when I had an attack of two pulmonary embolisms, one in the right lung, one in the left. This nearly killed me. I lived with the pain in my lungs whenever I took a bre
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2969 14 9
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Can’t seem to put your clothes on today. You’re wandering in the little closet of your mind again, picking at socks that won’t stay up, shirts that are always too big -
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2964 22 18
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He stands at the 53 bus stop, boy shadow dust-cloaked and fading, jangling her keys in his pocket, echoes of a journey cut short.
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2960 33 19
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2958 3 1
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I stared deep into the sepias...
And you touched my soul anew.
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2952 37 32
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I didn't tell her how deeply a terrible weakness for ginger haired people ran in our family, how fortunes had been lost only because of a red beard, a freckled shoulder of exquisite paleness, or a pink nipple.
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2951 6 5
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Together, we were smooth, shining and oiled. I used to wear a crocheted bikini around the house and I felt like such a dirty girl, dirty but delicious
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2950 28 20
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I was always too political, you said, with my Malcolm X posters and my DC rallies...
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2949 23 16
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Boxing Gloves for when...
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2948 7 4
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In his dream, he was choking on an ice cube. He didn’t know what would happen first — if it would melt or he would die.
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2947 16 21
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“I found out the most amazing thing,” Mike said. “I used to be like everyone else. But I sent away for a DNA test where they trace your ancestry.”
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2947 8 4
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At least, I think it was him. It sure looked like him.
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2946 13 13
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The love of hundreds of people, seemingly, rain down from the sky, but its not like when the cock hits the good spot inside you. And everybody who is reading this knows this is true. We all know what that feels like, that aha moment, that eiphany, like,
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2944 18 11
|
My poetry is bare, showing its pink and purplish imperfections and its injuries. I buy it a dress to hide its bruises, to ornate it a little, to make it smile. On its rather ugly and mishaped body, the dress looks comical, ridiculous, clumsy, like a bird with a broken wing.…
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2942 2 0
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That was the night that everything began to happen. It must have been past 3:00 a.m. when Darrell came down from the attic right into our bedroom. I lay nearly paralyzed with guilt beside my wife, trying to get to sleep. Elizabeth had staggered to bed
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2939 18 16
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How freeing to writhe under someone with more muscles than fat, who could keep it up longer than minute, who afterwards stroked my hair and if he noticed the fine silver strands by my ears didn’t mention them. I forget his name...
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2938 4 0
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it seemed odd
from even the
first few seconds.
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