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February 28, 2010 § Leave a comment

At work

February 28, 2010 § Leave a comment

"Ying Ang on assignment" © Talia Herman

"Talia Herman on assignment" © Ying Ang

Assigned

February 27, 2010 § Leave a comment

On the road, on assignment.

Across 2 icy states in one sepia toned night, NY – NJ – PA – NY.

Caught unawares

February 24, 2010 § Leave a comment

I wasn’t ready for you

caught unawares

at the way

you rubbed me down

with your stare

A big starving thing

February 24, 2010 § Leave a comment

“Do you have any pets? He asked.

No.

Not even a cat?

No.

Why not?

I’m not sure I could care for a pet. I travel a lot.

But you could get a very little pet that wasn’t very hungry.

I knew all about those things that weren’t very hungry;

My life was full of them. I didn’t want any more weaklings who were activated by water and heat but had no waste and were so small that when they died, I buried them only with forgetfulness. If I was going to bring something new into my home, it would be a big starving thing.”

~ Miranda July from “The Boy from Lam Kien”

Oblivion

February 23, 2010 § Leave a comment

Retarded Artifact

Give me reasons not to be
oblivion, irony.
Like something in Wisconsin,
I am all the dirt I know.
Having come to in someone
else’s boredom, I’m alive—
and it’s an all-new boredom,
a boredom of cathedral
proportion. Empty as folk,
I just make up, make over
everything. Lately, I don’t
even want a piece of me.

~ Graham Foust

Crush

February 21, 2010 § Leave a comment

Scheherazade

Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
and dress them warm in clothes again.
How it was too late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
until they forget that they are horses.
It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,
it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio,
how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days
were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple
to slice into pieces.
Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means
we’re inconsolable.
Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
There, our bodies, possessed by light.
Tell me we’ll never get used to it.

~ Richard Siken from the book “Crush”

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