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October 20, 2010

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Once the sex is gone, and backs become land for scratches instead of shifting planes when we move, I’d cry. Worse, I wouldn’t cry. I’d be numb and live for my children instead of you. That scares me, becoming siblings with an equal who used to want. It scares me more than alone ever will.

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middle of the night love

January 27, 2010

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I’ll never get it out, all the feelings I have. I’ll never get them to you in a way you understand I’ll never know how to say it in a way that won’t make you grieve Because the second that they come out, these words that I want to say, The second that they make […]

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on the horizon

August 20, 2009

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You know you should be looking out at sea, watching gulls, or learning knots, but you can’t stop noticing the mate’s hands. They’re stained a kind of navy, as if they’ve been cleaned with plastic wrap, scrubbed several times, but it’s no use. You know you should be intrigued by all the people boarding, asking […]

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but almost barely

May 15, 2009

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psycherika via Flickr I love this. These Ray Lamontagne moments, where you’re just sitting at a bar with a glass of Rioja, listening to the soulful voice, the one that sings about flowers falling from hair, about how he’s been to hell and back, so most things bore him. It’s this sleepy lullaby that reminds […]

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a tribute to hal sirowitz

May 21, 2008

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Never bleach your teeth the night before a dinner party, Mother said, because you won’t get a good nights sleep. You’ll be afraid of swallowing too much bleach, so you’ll drool on your pillows, and in the morning when you should be marinating the lamb, you’ll instead be stripping your marital bed and applying too […]

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these days

February 9, 2007

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These days, though mostly the nights, have become a blur. I hear the wails in my sleep, stirring beneath a tent of comfort, hoping they’ll quiet. I read them poetry after they eat, trying to avoid the whole eat/sleep cycle where babies become dependent on eating in order to sleep. I never thought I’d be […]

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how to outcold those warmest to us

December 4, 2006

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If I were in New York with you, it would be snowing. My nose would be running, and I’d wipe it on my sleeve, and you’d see me do it and I’d shrug. Snow makes moments seem softer and more memorable. A lamp lit snowy night puts candlelight to shame, and we’d agree on something […]

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in praise of galatea

July 13, 2005

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Yeah, so the fcuk what. I’m an Avril Lavigne song. There. I said it. I can’t not be what I am, either. If you trying to turn me, into someone else, I’m not down with that.

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