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apron
They told me, “Wear an apron. Wear that ugly, one-size fits all, piece of trash that’s been worn by so many broken souls before you. Wear it while you sling out coffee and throw out smelly grounds. Wear it while you become increasingly sick of the smell of all things bakery. Wear it while you waste your time and bust your ass for minimum wage.” So I did.
Posted By michelle michelle michelle On 01.06.2012 @ 10:20 am
warfare
across the hallways, we engage in warfare, tongues in motion like daggers and thoughts like guns. you’ll find me in a bunker shielded by my own lies and eating all the rations. the troops can wait; i’m still hungry and scared.
Posted By michelle michelle michelle On 10.17.2011 @ 9:42 am
stacks
She places her CD’s in stacks. The most important ones sit proudly on the top, and the ones she only keeps for nostalgia’s sake lay at the bottom. Just like she had outgrown her Legos and her Barbie dolls, they are just placeholders now. They serve no purpose except for reminding her of a time in her life when things were happy and when her regrets weren’t shown by the size of her waistline.
Posted By michelle michelle michelle On 10.10.2011 @ 4:52 pm
warned
Our mothers warned us about the man in the alley way who offered candy and lost his puppy, but she never told us about a man in New York City with a perpetual smile and a knack at balancing his body weight on a board of wood. She never spoke of the man with hazelnut eyes and light brown skin.
Posted By michelle michelle michelle On 10.06.2011 @ 9:53 am
half
half of the time, we’re not even thinking. words spill out of our mouths just like bp’s latest disaster. we’ll try to clean up, but we’ll never get it all. we try so hard, yet we still fall. giving up seems right, for once. half of us don’t even care anymore, but i still do. half of me thinks we’re all going crazy.
Posted By michelle michelle michelle On 09.30.2011 @ 9:38 am
couch
As heavy raindrops poured down onto the roof, we lay on your leather couch, sipping lemon infused green tea and letting it warm our quivering bodies. You smoked a cigarette, the smoke snaking around my head and reminding me of all the other times we’ve lain in this same spot. All we could hear was the light sound of your fingers snapping to different strings on that old wooden lute and my voice singing an old folk song that rang through your entire living room. You looked like you hadn’t slept in days and haven’t shaved for that long as well. Your stubbly beard scratched against my cheek every time we kissed. I tapped my feet, clad in purple cashmere socks against the arm of the couch to the rhythm of your playing. Your aquamarine eyes shone in the light of your lava lamp. We hadn’t gotten out much, and our overgrown fingernails were scratching at the door. We wanted to get out, but the weather would never allow it.
Posted By michelle michelle michelle On 09.22.2011 @ 10:52 am
celebrate
i can’t celebrate something that i don’t believe in, but i like the gifts and i like the cookies. i like the trees, and i like the family. i just don’t like the cult following and the obsession with santa.
Posted By michelle michelle michelle On 09.20.2011 @ 9:33 am
rally
we started a revolution while listening to the beatles, and i pretended i liked their music, but really i think they’re overrated. your favorite album is revolver, but they just make me want to put one to my head. we were at a youth rally against drugs and drinking, but the leaders got high in the bathrooms and OD’d on stage.
Posted By michelle michelle michelle On 09.14.2011 @ 9:55 am
