lately |
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together, she and i watched a lady buginch her way across my ceilingwe were on our backs, on my bedhalved by sunlight splicing through the blinds.we held our breath deep in our stomachs justwatchi...
Posted by laura on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 09:07:00 PST |
question the possibility that the world is simple |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BNf-P_5u_Hw
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Posted by laura on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 10:59:00 PST |
another april |
last night the train slid westward towards a brighter coast, unfurling smokey promises of elsewhere from it's gaping mouth.i grabbed hold and twirled wisps of steam between my fingers'til it dissolved...
Posted by laura on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 10:07:00 PST |
im left a little airless here |
i've noticed that lately i walk with my head down more often than not, and i hate it.i've found how impossible it is now to simply blend, even for a moment.
there are ghosts hanging on every doorknob...
Posted by laura on Wed, 02 Apr 2008 10:46:00 PST |
IN WINTER |
i am damp, disappointed & diffusedon my best friend's bed, bleeding starsacross her pillowcase with my hands on the floorand breakfast on the nightstandtwo days old.no matter the moment i can conj...
Posted by laura on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 05:13:00 PST |
unsmoking |
like a scar or a tattooa wrinkle portrays a certain experience
what is wrong with today...
Posted by laura on Sun, 23 Mar 2008 12:17:00 PST |
i cant even try to get past a sky like this one |
this morning i sat on the sidewalk, so still, i was seperate from sound, i snuck between my sighs attempted echoes,pushed my breath back into my chest and held it there.
it was silent. it was raining....
Posted by laura on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 09:07:00 PST |
blah blah blah |
another piece carved outshelled out to someone elsewho won't remember in 5 yearswhat my hair smells like at midnightwe're tied up in tonguesthat shouldn't twist together& lately fate reigns hard&n...
Posted by laura on Sun, 02 Mar 2008 02:13:00 PST |
preoccupations with impermanence |
i looked into the window on the trainand saw my eyes reflected there like two bowls of broken glassand in the seat beside me sat my mother singing softly--train ridecome home,whistle all the waywe sli...
Posted by laura on Fri, 22 Feb 2008 06:03:00 PST |
AMELIA |
the mailman moves down the coastcarrying a single letter.between my skin and bone there are scarsmade by words i couldn't bring myself to say....
Posted by laura on Tue, 12 Feb 2008 03:47:00 PST |
