My mother bore me by the virtue of never taking anything too seriously-- save for the ridiculous -- and in this it was her talent to behave most comically in anger and sadness and to relieve us of the fear of such moods taking shape as the big truth. (The big truth being that lumbering giant who goades and pushes at our sides and shoves our jeans up to the calf to say the ankles hairy and everyone knows it)
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
what is love but
what is love but one lizard trying to catch the other?
the other one, darting away
the glimpse of
the curve of
a tail. the thought of all those little lizard feet.
its enough to make me cry, daddy.
wear am i going to go with a lizard
wearing these shoes, my boa constrictor belt
made in Turkey by orphans
and love-starved slaves. Where have I seen them before?
All with their heads down, those limp bandanas they wore
wrapped around their heads
they held up their heads,
the snow caps in the background glistening.
show me the winter lizard.
i do not believe he exists.
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show me the winter lizard
I do not believe it exists,
the snowcaps in the background,
their held up heads
those limp bandanas they wore,
those love starved ones-
Where have I seen them before?
Maybe in Turkey. Orphans,
wearing boa constrictor shoes.
Where am I going to go with a Lizard?
Its enough to make me cry, daddy.
the tail, all those little lizard feet.
the curve of
the glimpse of
the other one, darting away.
the other one, darting away
the glimpse of
the curve of
a tail. the thought of all those little lizard feet.
its enough to make me cry, daddy.
wear am i going to go with a lizard
wearing these shoes, my boa constrictor belt
made in Turkey by orphans
and love-starved slaves. Where have I seen them before?
All with their heads down, those limp bandanas they wore
wrapped around their heads
they held up their heads,
the snow caps in the background glistening.
show me the winter lizard.
i do not believe he exists.
//////////
show me the winter lizard
I do not believe it exists,
the snowcaps in the background,
their held up heads
those limp bandanas they wore,
those love starved ones-
Where have I seen them before?
Maybe in Turkey. Orphans,
wearing boa constrictor shoes.
Where am I going to go with a Lizard?
Its enough to make me cry, daddy.
the tail, all those little lizard feet.
the curve of
the glimpse of
the other one, darting away.
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Sunday, September 11, 2011
midnight in paris
The minute I knew he was going to leave, it changed everything. Where I had at first thought longingly of being awake and alone in the apartment, I had suddenly turned attached to the arm of his jacket. These are hard shoes to walk in. Elephant shoes. Now I am on the porch and alone, the neighbor I saw in the kitchen is gone. There is only the lingering chirp of the late night college students two floors above. And I must be talking to the bannister.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
fran lebowitz
This is racism pure and simple. It is not hard to figure this out, and we now live in an environment where it is worse to call someone a racist than it is to be one.
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