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Joy and BoneMy key snapped off inside the lock Your anger’s like a scrape Of ipecac against my faults Curled on the fire escape.Joy and Bone
My lips blue like your wretched eyes
My coat is cold and thin,
I'm like a me-shaped ice cube tray
With water in my skin.
I sit in slavish silence, You’re hardhearted as a pharaoh
With fury scrubbing white and bone Down to the very marrow I want to make amends,
And yet I lack the sense to speak,
My frozen lips can't shape the words
My tongue lacks the technique.
"Remember us from years ago, &nbs
by ~diabeaten
Business Reprehensitive[SHEILA is having a PICNIC by the ocean in CANCUN, MEXICO. The PICNIC is composed mostly of squid and soggy gelato. She sits in a sun-eaten world, back against a water-eaten wall, with the wind eating the sweat off her body, eating.]Business Reprehensitive
[SHEILA sighs, stands up, and walks back to the RESORT reluctantly. She decides that she will look at everyone's teeth when they are talking in order to make the evening more interesting. You can tell a lot about a person by their teeth, but she will not get into that now, because her feet are being burned by the beach, and she has bigger things to worry about. The GROUND is carnivorous. Her feet sin
by ~diabeaten
My First Time on a ChairliftYou were a ropemaker twisting strings around like hands twisting hands to wash each other free of fray, dirt or sin- to make it strong. I remember when I could barely walk, you would enter the room and I would devour those few steps in giant bites because you were exciting and you turned every thing into something new. I remember seeing the tip of your head walking away up the stairs, singing French folk songs, and setting over the stairtop like a sun. I remember feeling your skin getting old, holding hands and walking backwards together through the house to recapture lost minutes by reversing the mileage of your legs.My First Time on a Chairlift
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Sick SummersIt was a sick summer. Nine years old. Warm nighttime in a cabin by the lake. Laying in bed with antibiotic-soaked hair falling out while chewing bitter bug spray coated fingernails. My two brothers had been gone for hours, returning briefly to bring me a jar of fireflies. "To cheer you up." They paused a moment under the revolving fan to feel the air push at their faces and down along their bodies; they were standing upright and close together like two sliding doors that don't quite shut. They're off again, abandoning tiny bits of their sunburned back skin, now fused to the sticky couch like small wings in an insecSick Summers
by ~diabeaten
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- Current Residence: Dryden, Ontario, Canada
- Favourite movie: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
- Favourite band or musician: the Dresden Dolls, the Weakerthans
- Favourite genre of music: indie-synth-rock. (yes there is such a thing. shut up.)
- Favourite poet or writer: T.S. Eliot, Margaret Atwood, Jonathon Safran Foer
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