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PerfectI'm glad I'm not perfect.
I'm glad to know
That I'm not like you.
I'm happy to hear
That I have flaws
And that I have weaknesses.
I don't mind having them,
While you clearly seem to.
You say that you're strong,
Invincible even compared to God.
So if I were to shoot at you in cold blood,
You would live?
If I were to mock you
And completely deride you,
You wouldn't cry?
I highly doubt you possess
Such glorious strength.
You say that you're gorgeous,
So stunning that even the stars are envious.
If that is true,
Then the stars obviously don't know
What true beauty is.
You say that I'm jealous,
That I wish I were you.
How do you know what I wish for?
Can you read me mind?
If you can,
You're a terrible reader.
Why would I want to be perfect
When I like being flawed?
Being perfect is like being ordinary.
If you're perfect,
You can never learn from anything.
You can never achieve something
Worth your while.
And I enjoy every moment of it.
I can learn from them,
deliverance does not come,as does the bell-boy from his duties,
the rough-boned burly man from his cell.
with the calendar days deemed ignorant,
the time-clocks cloak themselves. from what?
natural disasters are nothing, nothing I say,
compared to cold metal making nests
within a womb. and men, are wild -
run rampant through the night,
start fights, take heaven to tired veins and
in blind glory, ignite.
EveningsEvenings after the end of the world
Sunset cracks the sky and slips through
In streaks of red and ultra-violet, pollution-fantastic
A perfect complement to the sounds of bats
Some smartass at the college gave them baby faces,
And now no one wants to lay down arsenic-
My landlady saw one body and burst into tears and
I'm going to have to lock my kitten in.
I found a tattoo on my heel last night
I think it happened sometime in the morning.
I nodded off on the train, against the plasti-glass.
When I woke up I was leaning against a monster.
He smiled at me and shook my shoulder
With his squishy white tentacle.
His collar was high- it didn't suit him.
The tattoo shows a curling, smiling creature
Ears trailing like a comet tail, eyes sparkling
Teeth pricking my bone like thorns, and then
I feel its tiny tongue lick my ankle from the inside.
I'm fairly sure it's moving when I sleep.
It's good to have a friend.
At least I think it's good to have a friend.
My windows got bent up while I was sle
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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