April 2009
It’s not like I’m a slut
Or that I really like to fuck
I just want...
– Japanese Gum, HER SPACE HOLIDAY
FIRST THOUGHT IN THE MORNING,
– always the first thought.
I want to write a staggering work of heartbreaking genius.
– the boy I love
IT’S JUST A JOB.
– But it clothes you and feeds you and buys you pretty shoes.
To him, this was a dirty city in poesis; a poeticized picture of mass culture. I...
– My boyfriend is a Dean’s Lister
Iām searching for a singular passion ā eccentric vector ā to snatch me from my...
– Mazemapping
We hammer the doors of silence,
bruising with words we could not speak.
How...
– We Kept A Jarful Of Keys (Again, from Alunan)
We shall grow
Continents of silence
Around your name,
– -Merlie M. Alunan, Rosas de Piedra
(I am for Team Philippine Poetry)
I’m in love
With the world
Through the eyes
Of a girl
Who’s...
– Baby, let me be your morning after.
I think it’s time to clean your car
I’m not home if someone calls...
–
This is what the song says and this is what we do. I’m looking forward to another picnic in your room.
Here, baby. Have a little E.
YOU ARE FORBIDDEN TO GET SAD.
– This, I will remember, darling. I will try, I will try, I will try.
the way water runs and fills the pail and wails of morning rushing—
– (must wake up at six a.m. and yet here I still am)
Because I am in love with a boy who makes me fall in love with everything....
– (so I will never forget)
Why are you so pretty?
– (and I pretended I didn’t hear you)
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