giraffe

they say the evolution of the elongated giraffe neck was necessary so that the giraffe could sexually pleasure itself. this is why the females have 17-inch-long prehensile tongues.

giraffe

they say the evolution of the elongated giraffe neck was necessary so that the giraffe could eat the leaves of trees that were growing taller and taller with each generation… a genetic response to the longer neck of the giraffe.

giraffe

long neck. like his. head leaned back. eyes closed. i couldn't have been more turned on if i were a vampire.

explore

poke and prod with piercing needle thoughts that explore the consistency of perceived reality. prick it and watch it bleed.

seldom

seldom does the rain trickle lightly, warmly, under these eyes. drip drop dripping rivulets slipping along the smile-lines

cardboard

box up your life and ship it to hell. no return address. deliver it c.o.d. to your inevitable final destination.

cardboard

i think of hippies living in cardboard boxes and am really pissed that i missed the word firecracker and how it isnt fair that everything looks different up here in connecticut and that i somehow wish it could have worked out better.

firecracker

firecracker. too long ago, I lit a fuse. what it was attached to, I did not know or foresee. Now that I have forgotten about the fuse, the dynamite explodes. wheels set in motion long ago

firecracker.

"Hot damn, that one's a firecracker."
"Yeah, they don't make 'em like they used to, that's for damn sure."
"Do you think she has a sister?"

wash

I scrub the chubby bubbles through the webbing of my hands. Fine grains of sand exfoliate and abrasively strip the dead from my fingertips. trips.

café

Every Sunday at 11AM I go to this little café. I meet several friends there and we poke fun at each other and catch up. If it weren't for our standing date at Stella's Coffee House, I'd never see some of my friends.

café.

Des après-midis que j'ai passé parmi des amis, dans les cafés de la France? J'sais pas quoi dire. Après une année, j'ai trouvé que je savais moins qu'avant que j'y suis arrivée.

Et ça, c'est une leçon de la vie, qu'on ne sais jamais que rien.

anticipate.

"Do you think it'll be done in time?"
"It has to be."
"Because if it isn't . . ."
"Exactly."
"We're toast."
"Nah, we'll get it done."
"I don't know."
"We promised Mom we'd bake the cake for Dad. We don't have a choice."
"Yeah."

anticipate

anticipate the wait itself not the weight, the wait. we are fated to wait until it's too late to procrastinate and we bait the hook before

home

I took a drive through the evergreen woods and over the frosted mountains. A winding dirt road that meandered like a lost kitten trying to find its way home. And, upon my arrival

firm.

"No, Theresa, those pants are too tight."
"Damn. Okay. Give me the next pair."
"Here ya' go. I'll put 'em on the hanger."
"Thanks."
"Hey! Those look GREAT!"
"Wow. Yeah. Haha. I guess . . . Wow. I didn't expect them to. But they do!"

firm

I tiptoe the touch lightly across the firm rail and, though it is firm, I wonder if it will prevent me from falling should I lose my balance.

gray

gleaming gemstones under shaded trees. sun rays zig and zag through the leaves. reflecting and refracting gray glistening.

Grey.

"Gray. That's with an 'a.'"
"You mean grey. That's with an 'e'."
"Is it really important?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I think it is."
"Compared to the fact that I love you?"
"I . . . I don't know, sweetheart."

moose.

moose. goose. puce. deuce. loose. zeus.


yikes.

moose

he was a great big moose of a man. slow and silently strong.

i never really appreciated the poetry in his mannerisms. his movement with the world around him. easily unnoticed. easily missed.

and damn do i miss him.

moose

there was this big brown van. not a minivan, but a true van. Big, heavy, square, brown... moose-like.

goo

such a good word.

i'm not going to pretend that i don't think about our love goo and how it covered everything in our erruptions of lust and love and longing for acceptance in each other's arms. and the showers that followed doing nothing but getting us all worked up again...

don't scold me for remembering. or for being triggered by such a silly word.

Goo

My boss said "GUI" the other day. Pronouced "gooey," for those of you who don't live and breath technical. Yeah. I thought she meant "gooey" too. Gooey as in cute, fuzzy, and user-friendly.

I don't want to talk about it.

goo

I am the goo that seeps from the rotting mouth of dead gerbils. Take it away and give it away. The drip-drip-drip.

Ink.

Ink all over my fingers? Go figure. It's not a creativity thing. I just can't help it. A pen in my hands means that I'm gonna be covered in ink by the end of class, the lecture, the meeting, the brainstorm, whatever. Can't handle ink.

But I hate writing in pencil.

ink

my love, my life. replaced now by the click of plastic keys and typed up letters with no character or personality. i feel as though i have cheated on you. left you for an empty love of effeciency and convenience. that is not real. i miss you... and all your imperfections.

ink

dip your toe in a tub of red ink and walk all over that which I seek.

doctor

the only ailment that i can tell you about, sir...

is that my heart doesn't seem to be beating like it used to.

and i can't tell you when it started to be this way...

all i know is that i faint evey time i hear her name.

Doctor

Hey, what's up, Doc?

doctor

Say, doc, is it all right if I smoke in here? Thanks. You got a light by chance? Mine is in my pants' pocket hanging in the other room.

exchange

"i never talked to her they way i can with you."

"uh... that isn't good."

"i mean, sometimes i don't have to control the conversation...
sometimes i can just sit back and let liz handle this one..."

"it's an exchange."

"yeah. an exchange."

Exchange.

"Hey, can I have your chocolate pudding?"
"Only if you give me your SuperDuperCherryChewCandy."
"Ok! Let's trade!"
"Hey, I want in!"
"Tooooooo late!"

exchange

i exchange the currency of words for the currency of thought. somewhere in this transaction i was cheated. the resultant thought is nowhere near as shiny as the received words implied.

Solve

Haha. This to someone who's spent the morning struggling to set up a new database for the bitter club? Lemme tell ya' about the problems I've been solving. :-p

solve

how many solutions are there for any given problem? what's green and red and goes 'round and 'round and 'round? a green and red nascar. a frog in a blender…

solve

solve the problem that hangs in front of my eyes taunting me with its careless cries. it dances slowly but screams fast and with urgency i try to bat it away but it just swings to the side for a moment... only to swing right back.