Thursday, April 27, 2006

Dear Diarama

Here are the directions for our new kissing game. Put your name in the hat. Put your hat on the hang. Hang your head in your hands. Hand your outs.

Dear Diarama

I am on a gender bender. I stood on one neck and then the next.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Dear Diarama

These horse chestnuts weigh me down, fuller than usual with milk. Stop lying. Where the future rams back.

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Monday, April 24, 2006

Dear Diarama

I drank so much. Castor oil. Never again will I go back in that basement with my hands in front of me, dark, bumping into whatever that was, his skull, his skull in my most tender, my most tender mildewed, my fulcrum in the furnace, one foot in the sump pump, mascara on the run.

Sunday, April 23, 2006

Dear Diarama

The top ten things that ruin my life. Caverns. Topiaries. Stopping in the name. Before you. Think it.

Friday, April 21, 2006

Dear Diarama

Mr. Homework hates my guts. He tapes a dead balloon to my crochet. And falls asleep.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Dear Diarama

My giddy hoof precedes me. I will try on the bias cut.

Dear Diarama

I mix a careful riot of heats. The number astounds. Onceover.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Dear Diarama

Hot, hot. I rung the whelp, the washing cloth. Or it was wrung.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Dear Diarama

I can't believe Mom. I can't bake Mom. The candied pan.

Dear Diarama

I get in my digs. Oatmeal, bottle, glass green bottle. I dig in between ribs.

Monday, April 17, 2006

Dear Diarama

The boys don't like me. They don't eat the rice cakes. I lay out for them in the trap.

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Dear Diarama

Why no gutters? I bandit, ahistorical, up the roof. And how.

Friday, April 14, 2006

Dear Diarama

I perform my own dentistry. I crimp the sink.

And then, my wooly tork.