April 17 2010. "its insane whats happened and most of it I never would have planned for."


Canceled my interview for the arts organization in St. Paul I had for Tuesday. I am going to the island whether they will have me or not. Mostly, it is the thick gray air I imagine on the tide break. The pink polka dot rain boots I will tromp in through the forest. The purple sea stars I will perch on my palms and knee caps as I smile into the gauzy cloud lightness.
I want to lie at the island in a neon muscle shirt,
hear the Loons call and smoke a Marlboro 27,
listen to the giggles of couples wrongly matched.

Stretching out between the grass and sand, the deep scar on my left knee sparkles with the fireflies. I want it all.
There is a rumble of a Toyota with too many bumper stickers, a Twins game has been won(!) and a radio cackles happy(#). Scratchy face. Flannel. Closer and sooner. Beeping of an automated lock. Thudding of secret kind of secret, a song only you and I know the words to. PLANNING. By the light of the full moon,
My love threatens to drown me in the lake




March 27 2010
Somwehere Out There.
"I told you your dreams would come true."

Dont Start Shaking.
April 2005.
Et Al.

august 7th 2005
"snippitysnap dot diaryland dot come"
come and come again.