(most recently, thirteen seconds ago),
i feel compelled to delete, wipe completely clean this blog's 199 published posts and 416 drafts
(but this seems like suicide)
(most recently, seven seconds ago)
i frantic and churn pre-apocalyptic dread into drained pitch-white, clenched-grip scrawling transcriptions
(and this feels like exiting a womb only to look over my shoulder)
i checked google mail ten times and
i checked facebook six times in
the forty-seven minutes be-
tween start and complete of the
i also learned the tyrannosaurus
rex jaw size (up to four feet), the
reason honeybees die when they sting (pride),
how the seasons change on neptune (every
forty years), the truth about the breast orgasm (it's true
for some breasts), and rosario dawson's height (5'8")
and upcoming releases (too few).
a ground hog day would be a miracle
III
where do you go when you silent past?
my shoes are always untied and track mud
on the rug. i shuffle loudly, too.
i am frigid when you are scalding.i freeze while you scald.
i am dreaming while are needing.i dream while you need.
i am needing while you are blanking.i need as you blank.
i am scalding while you are frigid. i scald as you freeze.