after great pain, a formal feeling comes

Monday 21 July 2008 | 2 cookies in the jar

Come on, formal feeling! We’re waiting here.


2 cookies in the jar

  1. miss bovary said on Monday 21 Jul 2008 at 12.08 pm:

    Where’s the chill? The stupor? Where’s the letting go?

  2. unnarrator said on Tuesday 22 Jul 2008 at 1.29 pm:

    I don’t know, man, I just know I would totally settle for the freaking formal feeling. Womanhood is kicking my ass, literally; that and my shoulder’s out so I just lie around on an icebag moaning. When I pass out (from pain and/or painkillers), I dream about mopping up unceasing oceans of clotting gore. It’s real chthonic around here this week.

    And now I must desist because my shoulder is shrieking. Did you get to see D Numbers? Did you write heart-stoppingly gorgeous new poems? Is Shaughnessy going to set you up with a nice little sinecure at Princeton? Oh we need to know these things….or maybe we just need more Tylenol.


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