Omigod
You are
my new ♥
ringtone,
like Omigod!
(: haha] last nite
I
took an
extra half klonapin.
Your
mom will
shriek (let her
I
will buy
you blue denim
vests
and cover
you in unheimlich
tattoos.
> > > > Where you
at now? And
now?
And now?
Wow, all kinds
of
weirdnesses. Me
likes. Me likes
you
like pancakes,
like me likes
funky
windows. Blithe
spirits, you are
the,
the, the,
the saliva of
the
world.
When you see
them
you will
know the trees
as
what or
the bees and/
or
and they’ve
done nothing wrong
and
neither have
you. You will
grow
to love
the blessèd ineptitude.
And
whatever breaks
is where something
is
true. What
is true never
looks
uncreased in
the mirrors flanking
the
garment aisles.
Did I say
pancakes?
I meant
pancakes. And I
meant
baked potatoes.
The day has
been
long and
you’ve accomplished no
less
than that
detective who works
the
weirder cases —
and discovers that
all
the kids
in the universe
have
been raised
by ridiculous wolves.
[Note: Sources: google searches, etc. The Lasky thru Field were found by clicking on the links attached to Danielle Pafunda’s comment to “Gurlesque (Lara Glenum guest post)” , at Johannes Goransson’s Exoskeleton, 12 May 09; Dorothea Lasky, “Awe: A Dialogue”, at Every Other Day; Tina Brown Celona, “Stanzas in Meditation”, at La Petite Zine 15; Sarah Vap, untitled, at La Petite Zine 15; Ariana Reines, Mercury, at Coconut 13; Elizabeth Treadwell, “Dalva or Delphine”, at La Petite Zine 19; Farrah Field, “The Girls Gather Around While He Sleeps”, “Milk of the Wolf”, at La Petite Zine 22]
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