| 3/31/2008
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dash the dark off-ramp
I'm the lucky one to see
the fox run across |
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| 3/30/2008
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I found your journal
poor spelling, words overlap
you should be ashamed |
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12:59 AM
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| 3/29/2008
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he's chewing mint gum
and describing a meeting
of alcoholics |
| posted by Julie @
12:13 AM
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| 3/28/2008
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the fridge is whirring
water trickles underneath
leaking from freezer |
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1:00 AM
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| 3/26/2008
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the cherry trees spit
white bits to the wet sidewalk
like Teena spits seeds |
| posted by Julie @
10:59 PM
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| 3/25/2008
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then her mother died
and all that anger was lost
and she sat, alone |
| posted by Julie @
12:01 AM
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| 3/24/2008
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she's building a room
with a wall full of bookshelves
and one comfy chair |
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12:40 AM
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| 3/23/2008
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we fought in the car
on the way to the party
and on the way back |
| posted by Julie @
1:14 AM
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| 3/22/2008
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he thinks there's a change
from state to state in the light
and the way air smells |
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4:27 PM
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| 3/21/2008
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almost touched something,
perfect understanding, as
rain pelted tulips |
| posted by Julie @
1:17 AM
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| 3/20/2008
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Mitchell wears makeup
every wrinkle creamed away
artificial light |
| posted by Julie @
1:35 AM
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| 3/19/2008
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the day was tuesday
and what a luxurious
day the tuesday was |
| posted by Julie @
12:44 AM
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| 3/18/2008
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poofs from cherry trees
circle in the breeze, reckless
the way boys throw balls |
| posted by Julie @
12:24 AM
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| 3/17/2008
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these applications
on facebook and myspace are
contrived emotion |
| posted by Julie @
12:40 AM
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| 3/16/2008
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some people at work
think they should not say sorry
when they tread on feet |
| posted by Julie @
11:58 AM
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| 3/15/2008
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just what did she mean
saying I look like the moon
eclipsing itself |
| posted by Julie @
4:56 PM
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| 3/14/2008
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she looks at my stubs
I see upheaval last year
now you work harder |
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4:53 PM
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| 3/13/2008
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what keeps you alive
when bills can't be paid and time
toys with the punch clock |
| posted by Julie @
11:51 PM
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| 3/12/2008
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people change emails
like they change cell phone numbers
like they change partners |
| posted by Julie @
11:51 PM
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| 3/11/2008
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procrastinating,
does that mean I am lazy?
well, who the hell cares? |
| posted by Julie @
11:05 AM
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| 3/10/2008
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corporate casual
i once had that too, and pay
to make for leisure |
| posted by Julie @
12:49 AM
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| 3/09/2008
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now that she has gone
the budget truck crammed with life
i am at a loss |
| posted by Julie @
12:51 AM
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| 3/08/2008
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four girls and a boy
up until three dancing and
ignoring the pain |
| posted by Julie @
12:30 PM
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| 3/07/2008
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did you turn sixty
Ta Prohm temple's Banyan tree
can show you your youth |
| posted by Julie @
12:28 AM
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| 3/06/2008
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I love Ovaltine
but I hate to drink cow milk
what's a girl to do |
| posted by Julie @
11:27 PM
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| 3/05/2008
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college professors
always want to read stories
about working life |
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9:40 PM
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| 3/04/2008
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i sit in my bed
toenail scissors in right hand
split ends in the left |
| posted by Julie @
10:18 PM
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| 3/03/2008
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i have a worry
no one will think it worthy
while the sun is out |
| posted by Julie @
10:35 PM
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| 3/02/2008
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I don't troll deeply
the endless ether layers
of the internet |
| posted by Julie @
11:03 PM
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| 3/01/2008
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grandmother's stories
roll from forgotten past and
her raspberry tongue |
| posted by Julie @
8:03 PM
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