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I don't really understand the tails of kites. I know that there are reasons that have to do with Physics, but what are they? Do they keep the kite from flying upside down? Does the tail wag the kite?
My sister and I used to wear matching dresses. With appliqued flowers. On the little pockets. Now she lives in the desert. And I don't know her phone number.
I wish
I had a little hammer
with a rubber triangle
at the end.
If I hit under your knee
in just the right place
you couldn't help
but love me.
It would be reflex.
I tell students not to put the word "destiny" in their poems. Or "soul." At all costs avoid "soul," especially when preceded by "heart and." I can only tell them what NOT to put in their poems. Although it is always good to consider including the word "porkchops." Or is that two words?
He's mean to me. He meaned me. He's meaning me. What does he mean by meaning me? I need to find a man who is meaningless.
Star-crossed. Eyes crossed. Double-crossed. Foiled again. Boris and Natasha. Julius and Ethel. Sacco and Vanzetti. Star-crossed.
He follows me all day. He's what I lack. Ambition. Patience. Large Breasts. He follows me down every hall, and if he starts to lose me, I slow down.
The world has a sign on it: ALL IMPORTANT INFORMATION WITHHELD.
Take it all in stride. Don't pull up. No stutter-steps. Crush what falls under your shoe. It's in your way. You own it.
When I was in high school I put vaseline on my eyelashes. It made them stick together and seem darker. I was too afraid to wear makeup. Are greasy eyelids sexy?
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