the first sign of trouble, poetry written by a girl that still has hope, long end of the wishbone, luchadores de diablo de muchacha locos, aveda girls, boots with pointy heels, stuff, pointy-heeled boots, denying booty calls, soul smudging, sexy-librarian glasses, jif peanut butter, pink shiny hotpants, fresh spinach, dancing to paintings, piracy on the high seas (think booty), sixth gear, the smell of smoke on her fingers, thin guitar picks, frozen grapes, unsolicited glances, girls that work and shop at whole foods . . . and the bottle of organic bleach to remove the smell of patchouli, doubting eyebrows, stiletto shoes, thirteen bean soup, blonde bedhead, making blonde bedhead, smelling blonde bedhead, cardigans on the floor, removing ventriloquist dummies from society, wheel bearing grease, hello kitty island adventure, the outline of her ribs, cooking with grease, making change, catfights in my backyard, jell-o wrestling in my backyard, indian leg wrasslin' in my backyard, my backyard, the heat from my laptop, thimbles with faces painted on them, kashi and soy milk, satin against my cheek, bourbon (the most delicious of all the brown liquors), reading about bourbon, reading about drinking bourbon, post dancing, finding lucky pennies in the dark and tongue clicks.
you and you and you and you, no, not you, behind you . . . yes you.
still lighting candles for meg's return. until then, the backyard mix of my neighbor's dog.
faster, pussycat! kill! kill! amelie, secretary, house of yes, fight club . . . oh, and lipstick lesbian porn. basically any fairy tale - girl gets guy. guy gets black eye. girl cuts herself. cheerleader gets tired of quarterback's shit. girl kicks guy with a go-go booted roundhouse to the throat. guy pretends to be jfk. basically the core things that make you feel good . . . i said feel good!
anything where the guy doesn't get the girl. i read a lot. wait, what's a television?
stories about clown girls and strippers or clown strippers - anything else belongs in a pediatrician's waiting room.
no one you know.