Short and Sweet

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Tuesday, October 30, 2007

A day in the strife

A little sweaty and alive I woke up at half past five Drank three cups of antifreeze Practiced saying thank you, please Went to work and clocked my hours Sent myself balloons and flowers Ate my soup and sandwich hunched All in all it was a hell of a lunch Drove my purse and car keys home Got a fifth... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, October 22, 2007

Holiday indulgence

I set sail in a gravy boat, dropped anchor in a pumpkin pie. I conquered all the richest fare, then said, "Yikes! How fat am I?" Sign in to see full entry.

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Border security (a charming solution)

I adhere to the laws of my country— pay taxes to nation and state. But I question barbed wire at the border. Why not picket fences and gates? —The views of Sarah Torribio—a dedicated member of the rainbow party, who has been described as "so left she's right"—do not necessarily reflect those of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, October 21, 2007

Marvin Gaye was right (I'm hot just like an oven)

I'm the world's loneliest baker My heart (that tart) is in knead Send me a basket of flours And I'll claim you, to love and to feed Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, October 19, 2007

talk

your eyes when we talk engine on (off) engine on your eyes wen we talk shhhh... worry later or not at all —Sarah Torribio Sign in to see full entry.

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sky

I look down, away stir (a pot) stir (my bones) stir (my mind) you give your blue freely Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, September 24, 2007

Sweets for my sweet

Delectable I'd like to taste you lightly poached— and drenched in sugared syrup. I'd like to go abroad with you to the glittering cities of Europe. Sweet Is that a hint of butterscotch I tasted in your kiss? I knew that you were sweet but, come one, it's ridiculous! Delicious You perfume my dreams... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, August 30, 2007

Rear-view

Nostalgia is a trickster— it plays with retrospect. It's more fun than a whoopee cushion, this softening effect. I don't want to remember the bad things. I just tuck the good in my chest. Why did we part? You won my heart! I hardly remember the rest. Swerve I had a blowout on the freeway. My mind... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Temple (a repost)

Sex is a religion and a woman is a temple where a man erects an obelisk, though nothing's quite that simple Sign in to see full entry.

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How do you plead?

I'm in the middle of a witch hunt I think I'm gonna sink It'll prove that I'm not wicked But the drowning's gonna stink Sign in to see full entry.

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