This is a blog about my dog vomiting.

I have nightmares

about it. You barely

dream. While I'm over here

counting.

Sharing the article

about two Asperger kids

with love on. Kept using

the term coefficient.

MY GLASSES

ARE DEAD.

Have you seen

the Girl with the Dragon tattoo yet?

This a blog about Justin

Patton Oswalt's special is playing

This is a blog

about my dog vomiting

THERE IS NO PRETENDING

Mary Jo Bang

There is no pretending to know

What crawls out of the mind lying quiet

By itself in the snow of the grave grass.

The living know this alone:

The onomatopoetic fout-ta-ta-rou of the mitral valve

Inferred but not felt by a mind that has left

Itself to others. Decisionless and dull, I am one

with the glass-bound aluminum clouds

In a glitter-knitted metallica sky. I live on

The bit of air that follows a door's night close

And the dusky base of the thumbnail that darkens

As it presses down on earth fading away beneath

It. Pax, peace. Axe, beat

Of the heart and its dumb numbered afterecho.

UGh

"ugh"

beets.

there's one shriveling in a pot on the porch. dreamt i dug it up

and just kept digging. juicy soft red red magenta. beet upon beet upon beet.

i had 5 or so. i took a dog

to the movie theater.

weeded the garden. saw a large earth

toned monarch-style butterfly. cicada

terror. no banana peppers because of.

tugboat reading

potato mosquito

photos and videos

Sauce

It’s disingenuous to boil like that and so quickly
at the blues bar a lady asked the boy to a Waltz
while the cello was going On and On about stars

When we knew one another we knew best
A barbecued brisket Knew how to tenderize
everything


Sauce

There’s no fur to grow to hide behind there’s no way
to make this something acceptable I say

I want to move in with my lady friend and grow some mushrooms
on a log. They come like that
on the Internet you can grow
Portabellos or anything you can read
Literotica

Eat apples Eat gummy apples


Sauce

Gifts are a passive aggressive act
is the best insult you’ve ever come up with.
Do you change the color of a fabric
simply by touching it. Can you put something
like bless your heart in a document.
Your face is an oil slick.

Sauce

I’ve got a mouth full of barbecue sauce. My teeth
are the raw onions. Every time I hang out with KT

I make her go to the mall with me. I brush my teeth.
I eat the dog. This sauce is smelling up every house

we’ve ever had. I opened my mouth
let some blood out.

The cereal still went in. It’s only
that corner keeps ripping

a poet in lincoln

maybe if i update my blog more
i'll come to be considered
a poet or figurehead.
if i keep paying rent
i can feel like i own something.
get rid of a sourness.
annihilate. dream
bottomless jacuzzis.

how to keep things at bay

Forever

I am never going to cut my hair this short again. I only will grow it.

I'm going to cut off my appendages

I feel like (a behavior) - Here, we are expressing our feelings in the form of a behavior. Again, these are unclear and indirect. They may be graphic and entertaining, but they are usually exaggerations and distortions which don't help us focus on our true feelings.

I feel like: ... strangling him ... shooting him ... wringing his neck ... telling her off ... teaching him a lesson ... filing for divorce ... dumping him ... quitting ... giving up ... jumping off of a cliff

In other words, people who use such expressions feel like a behavior, an action, an act. Thus, they are not in touch with their feelings. They may be acting out their lives as they think others would rather than acting as unique individuals. Or they simply imagine themselves taking action rather than actually using their emotions to motivate them to take appropriate action.

i just feel like SUCH a phony and SUCH an enforcer of patriarchy and SO much that there is nowhere to go and nothing that can be said. like
dumb dum dum dum

like

secret life of the american teenager.

like

an erk vacuums.

do you know how to get out of here do you know how to get rid of this carpet body. i feel like such a slab of a carpet. thought the blanket was a dog. was looking up dream definitions till 1:47 but I saw that there could be a ghoul over in the doorway so it was bedtime. Walk in the dark with your eyes closed it's less afraid.


hollow shell
hell. the eggs

are old. pull out.
there's a little
bit of chicken in each

each one. why
can't I realize
I'm alive

not end up
terrified. Like

when I realize
that we're both

each the empty casing.

performative
sadness or
pull the flask out of your bag
like it's a magic trick

O H FUUUCK

man. that movie.
you should watch it
and talk to me about it
or just drink some tequila with orange juice