December 2009
23 posts
“And right then and there in the middle of Broadway and 151st Street on a...”
– audre lorde, zami
“ethics are for pussies, ali.”
– juliana
"roseanne isn't going to watch itself."
A running dialogue on why I am up at 6:49 on Christmas morning, despite having gone to bed less than 4 hours ago:
Juliana: Hey big gay, get up, it’s Christmas!
Alessandra: Jesus Juliana, what the fuck time is it?
Juliana: 6:30, only an hour and a half left til presents, it’s not worth going back to sleep!
Alessandra: … are you still drunk?
Juliana: Don’t be ridiculous,...
things I am looking forward to, holiday edition
basically comatose on a bus, mere hours from home… what better time to break into my precious holiday reserve of optimism and compile a sweet list of things I’m anxiously anticipating?
THINGS I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO RIGHT NOW:
1. seeing my nonna. undoubtedly the most coveted element of the holiday season, my tiny, elfin “ex”-fascist grandmother rotates households yearly...
“take me back, Josephine
to that cold and dark december
I am missing someone...”
“dutcher: ahahahahahahahahahaha!
me: what?
dutcher: christian socialism.”
poetry > actual responsibilities
We are a
wrought iron weathervane,
tired,
a tin can tethered to a tin can or
four hands, fingers laced together like
love
is something you understand to be real
whether or not it works,
the jerky mechanics of faith like wheels turning,
steel turbines churning out
love
is something you bury deep,
I ran to the bottom of Sleeping Bear and
shared you with lake Michigan;
I carried you...
