December 2009
partywitch:
DON’T WANNA THINK ABOUT YOU ANYMORE, JUST WANNA THINK ABOUT ME
last night, the “childhood home under siege” dream again. dark shapes in the backyard shouting, trying to charm their way inside. me and my mother in the kitchen, taking inventory of the knives, me giving her the good ones, weighing portability against blade strength. matt’s advice about full tang blades came back to me, how to judge a knife by its heft in the hand. i was tucking...
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Nightmare, 12/16/09
The thrift store dream again. At the top floor, wading through a soft sea of fawn-colored lynx wraps, jeweled haircombs, velveteen pointy black granny boots. M. and C. arrived with Tom Cruise for a photoshoot. They were dressed like assholes, boxy black leather jackets and sporty shades, a vision of masculinity straight out of central casting (for a Will Smith movie). Scared and curious, I hid...