July 30, 2012

July 29, 2012

"You're not a whore."
"I know it, darling. But isn't it nice to feel like one?"

Ernest Hemingway.

July 27, 2012

July 26, 2012

College is just a euphemism for all the boys who ignored you in high school suddenly trying to take what they can get.

July 25, 2012


"My Carmen," I said (I used to call her that sometimes) "we shall leave this raw sore town as soon as you get out of bed."
"…Because, really," I continued, "there is no point in staying here."
"There is no point in staying anywhere," said Lolita.

Vladimir Nabokov.

July 21, 2012


I don't think you're uneducated to the world or it's ways, I don't think you have a lamb's understanding. I see innocence though, soft light, bleached pallets, a soft touch. Who knows….I think you see things the way they are. Plainly even, neutrally, and then brighten them up like new Keds.

(sometimes, people astound me in such quiet ways I don't know how to react or respond).


July 20, 2012

I'm not a child. I know we're not going steady.

Camera Obscura.

July 19, 2012

Pet Sounds.

In the Thursday
(morning) light,
on your sister's polka-dotted
spotted sheets
we lay--
and stuck
our skin
like leather
in July,
on the backs of
sweaty thighs.

July 15, 2012

things have been lovely and simple the last few days.
serendipitously, things happen and I allow them too.

mostly, I have New York on my mind and the last month of summer stretching out before me in a sweet, filmy slip.

anyways, i'm at peace.
(briefly, at least).

July 11, 2012



The truth is:
you never could stay sweet,
bouncing and boundless,
on the balls of striped feet.


Soft water in the driveway,
molly in the back,
a xylophone in my throat,
and a keyboard in your
cracking knees.


At seven thirty on Sunday morning,
we pressed our noses
to each other's necks,
and convulsed for cold.


I didn't want a thought
in my netting brain.

Not of the bills we can't find
ways to pay,
or the flacked and
fraying ends of choices we can't
seem to make.


Tangled in chlorine,
splintering our eyelids,
ectopic on cigarette sheets.


(I didn't want a thought).

July 9, 2012

There is a moment when you realize what you're worth:

Bare-chested in a wine-stained bed,
with a one-and-a-half year hangover
-hanging over your head.


July 8, 2012

I've acquired quite a taste
for a well-made mistake.

Fiona Apple.


July 6, 2012

Sitting in his seat, a seat broad and broken
In, sprinkled with ashes,
Pop switches channels, takes another
Shot of Seagrams, neat, and asks,
What to do with me, a green young man
Who fails to consider the
Flim and flam of the world, since
Things have been easy for me.

Barack Obama, 1979.

July 5, 2012

Awesome prince, get your sleep.
Lose your heart in history.
Make us laugh or nothing will.
I set a fire just to see what it kills.

The National.

July 4, 2012

Happy Independence Day to all my sweet Americans, both in the country and abroad.
(and) Happy 236th Birthday, America!

July 2, 2012

Oh God, if I'm anything by a clinical name, I'm a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.

J.D. Salinger