Monthly Archives: May 2015

On Imagining

I wonder what  writing about love could look like if I didn’t feel dirty remembering. Advertisements

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A boy hits puberty, and other things.

There was a lady’s face ‘part 2 lab 2 Saggital Section’– she screamed, high and shrieking, when we pulled her out of the bin of heads in the Stratchona Anatomy Building: “Yes! That was *my* dress!” Men own women and … Continue reading

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Justice was a lady

I broke water wheels and stranger’s feelings on park benches, and dining tables, broke pockets, and seemed overall unthreatening  and maybe even cute. (I’m always Little India when I walk sidewalks until they end up ending.) All the hurt in … Continue reading

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Flower Seller

A flower seller went on a rampage the other day, armed with a million rose darts dipped in herself.

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May 22 – Part 3

I am a slowly dying medium and soon my hair will be dead henna red, they taught me well, last summer last summer with a bouquet of labour that needed a vase and watering, a little love and sheltering, some … Continue reading

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May 22 – Part 2

There is a water column in my spine, calling to a more flexible time, when I smiled a lot less like the Glasgow boys and didn’t mark subway stations on my knees like a map for my body and all … Continue reading

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May 22 – Part 1

I don’t want to hear that I’m a jar of strawberries, a door stopper, heart stopper heart breaker, art eater, rattlesnake, easy meat, mean streets, bitchface and that I taste like cheesecake. He ate a keepsake and he says he’s … Continue reading

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Forgiveness

There is (was?) nothing (there) to forgive; your tiny, insignificant, laughably small heart could never have held any of me at all. -cruelty

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(a little) truth (at least)

Part 1 Look up from the wine, the half open book (with its cracked spine, is it wounded, or well-loved, and is there a difference? Are dog-ears  any better, even a little, or worse? If you find highlighter marks inside, is … Continue reading

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Recovery

I want to have (be?) enough, to  give freely give indefinitely and forever without ever emptying. -coping skills

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