archives for Thursday 3 April 2008
I’m worth a million in prizes
Thursday 3 April 2008 | 6 cookies in the jar
I came to work today, and I taught the surly bored class, on two hours’ sleep. Mostly I was able to perform this miracle because the Brujo gave me a ride to school and even managed to crack me up, first by unexpectedly, meditatively singing the chorus of ”Springtime for Hitler” and then by doing an impression of Gene Wilder moaning, “No [...]
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her voice woke me at 2 a.m. (segment of long project for whitman’s workshop)
Thursday 3 April 2008 | I like a cookie
I had not known that death would work in me its tide pulling as deeply as life had done wanting food, wanting mouths at my breast that it would have a surging lust as for a lover after my girls were grown sometimes in the bathroom with nightgown pulled up around my neck I could [...]
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