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Summer http://wp.me/s3EpcD-summer I’m trying desperately to cool off. Shaking my shirt off my stomach to avoid any additional circles of perspiration showing transparent, while some jackass plays his flute in the park -- spit valve filled with salty sweat in place of its namesake.
Sneak Attack
I keep trying to slow down my world for a moment, to grab a breather and digest everything that’s changed. Unfortunately, I think it may be impossible. I’d like to pull myself out of my world, put everything on pause, and just watch. Is it weird to think that I only can digest things if I’m able to watch them? I can’t process experience but can process a television show’s emotions and arc in 30…
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The First Step
Baby classes reminded me of church on Christmas Eve. I wanted to just get it over with and get on to the presents.
“It is amazing that two cells in roughly nine months can bring into the world a new human!” The instructor was full of stoke.
To me, the process is eerily similar to the production of a new batch of Gremlins. I find it more and more strange that a person can fixate on one aspect of…
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Acquaintance and Illusion
They have so many friends. To us they are acquaintances, but they attend their weddings and christenings. Our friends are spread all over and there are very few of them.
Dinner. Sit down to a table of people unknown to you one minute earlier. Now that you’re sitting, order your drink. This is to be the drink that will double as your object of comfort. Keep your hand occupied and you looking…
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Cab Picker
The cab driver immediately told us that he’d bought a guitar form his last patron. He bought it for fifteen dollars. That kind was normally seventy or eighty in a store. Then he drove through the snow with the cockpit light on, strumming the guitar with one hand, staring at it while it hit offpitch notes. Then he stared at the pick. He was a classical music instructor in Algeria. Your mom buckled…
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History
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The stream of fourteen year olds baited the manager like a Chris Hansen special. He told them to leave, but that he’d love to see what they had to offer when they turned eighteen. He was honorable. I waited four hours, through the women covering up former lovers’ names, through a coke head from south Philly angrily protesting the price of getting his dead homey’s name and date of murder on his…
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Sidewalk Birds
The Bulls are in town, and vultures line the sidewalk of the Four Seasons, waiting behind ropes at the buses. They wait hungrily to pick autographs from fresh carcasses and security has roped off the sidewalk. I remind the security detail that I’m a pedestrian and that I don’t see a police officer anywhere. They let me pass to the grumbling ire of the giant birds. They flap their wings and…
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The View From the Bottom of the Pool
The View From the Bottom of the Pool
Most float along on top, never knowing anything different.
I kept avoiding the higher places, purposefully dropping lower, in order to gain perspective.
Breathe out until you sink. It will be a little uncomfortable, but the view from the bottom of the pool is quiet, undisturbed, and far more interesting.
I read about parents today who are buying domains in the name of their child as soon as…
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Park Rhythms
Look at that squirrel! It just jumped down onto a branch that was far too small for it and looks like a teenager on the kiddy swings. Ah, but you’re more interested in the grass.
Parks have a pulse and rhythm, I feel fortunate to be here.
I wrote a poem for you, I’ll give it to you when we leave. It doesn’t rhyme.
“The power-suits trounced the brick pavers, their steps forced them lower into the…
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Crackers and Expectations
This is your favorite bar…remember?
They gave you crackers last time.
People keep insisting on telling me that I’m “not that old”. It’s very strange…like I’m in need of reassurance that I’m not going to get older and die one day. I am that old.
You’re not. You’re not even old enough to be given an age. People list your age in months. Hell, they still call you a newborn. An infant. Every one of…
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Nope.
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The androgynous clerk huddles behind the round island in the center of the digital reading game zone. Reading in color is very real and new and novel and I’m just here to ask about my novel. Its words are in black and white; at least they were the last time I saw it in person.
“Do you carry Henry?”
The clerk looks bewildered.
“Who’s that?” The poor clerk. She got a job here simply because of…
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Tie Your Shoes
I was walking down Market Street this morning. I was walking to work. I usually take the 19th to Walnut route because I’m completely and helplessly addicted to the coffee at La Colombe. I might as well hang up my will to work, find a nice size hat, and beg the wealthy women in workout pants with their nice bouffant s (they may use the Bump-It) for their pennies which I am certain they would toss…
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Wash and Fold and Friends
Wash and Fold and Friends
The wash and fold on 13th where we take our laundry is small and boasts a young Asian child asleep on the floor on most days. The owner is friendly and wants to be my best friend. Today he tells me that there’s a surprise in one of my bags. This frightens me slightly until I get home and discover a balled up pair of Calvin Klein socks that are most certainly not my own. I don’t know why he does…
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Writer's Block
Writer’s Block
I write myself notes when I’m good and drunk then can’t remember what they mean. I find these wadded up pieces of paper in my pockets. Sometimes they get washed and they make even less sense.
“Alex-
Looks like a Chinese bootleg.”
Yeah, I don’t know.
These are supposed to jog my writing, but it doesn’t work.
I spent the night reading, pretending I still had a brain, and was afraid to leave the…
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Space and Volume
People here have an unnaturally high volume. I think it comes from trying, unsuccessfully, to get their parents’ attention – mid conversation – who also have unnaturally high volume.
Just yesterday, I heard a cop on a Segway, telling another cop on a bicycle, the obvious loser in the scenario, that they’d just responded to their third “jumper” call of the day. I guess they get a lot of calls from…
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A Warm Bottle
You came into the world at a weird time…but I guess we all do. It’s always going to be a little stranger than it was when our parents and the previous gaggle of newborns came screaming in.
And here’s lesson number one: Even when Armageddon’s come and gone, and there are only a few of us left; there will be a bar open somewhere, and behind that bar there’ll be a trustworthy ear to listen to us…
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Opening Day
When you were coming out nothing else in the world was happening. It was the most heavily anticipated roll of the dice ever. We had been waiting nine months to answer some of life’s heaviest questions. It all came to a head, your head, in a few short hours. I think for your mom they were probably some of the longer hours of her life.
These moments were the truest that I have ever felt. I felt…
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