Wonder whose stage you’re strutting.
Not mine, not hers, not his.
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Love
The love you missed is more painful than the love you lost.
Neither hurt as much as the love you throw away.
Cousin
Oh, Cousin Junkie, you and your crazy exploits!
Stealing all of Grandma’s rings while we were at her funeral – classic Cousin Junkie!
Tempting
Outside my house is a giant piece of cheese sitting on a metal plate.
Very tempting it is, too.
Art
I once had this cool piece of art with a girl on it crying and a guy saying “Don’t cry – Don’t you know I love you!”
I gave this to a girl and it totally came true ten months later.
Snow
A cup of snow dissolves down into less than a cup of water.
After something changes, it is always lesser, and more, simultaneously.
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Monster
The big green monster with the apple eyes?
Yeah, it’s all part of my plan.
Snail
No matter how bad you feel it is nothing compared to how bad a snail feels when he has lost his shell.
All nude and whatnot, the gentle breeze playing across his slimy skin – now that’s feeling bad.
Crazy
I recall that you asked me if you went crazy would I still like you.
I said yes, but then I found out it was a line from a song, so no.
Secret
You want to know another secret?
I went out with you just so I could see what huge double-D breasts were really like (they were ok).
Words
Market share, market share, market share.
Empty words, empty words, empty words.
Process
We eat.
We excrete.
Clench
The clench of fear can hit anytime.
Mine hit about four minutes before I quit my second job.
Scar
Scar me.
Love me.
Feel for you
I really do feel for you.
Not pain, but what I imagine pain to be like.
Bones
I made a dog out of bones.
He keeps trying to bury himself.
Notes
When I was a kid I used to bury notes in empty pasta sauce jars.
Now my old house is the only one with note trees.
Pawn
It’s possible I’m one of those pawns that ends up being a King.
Or maybe I’ve got pawn-delusions.
Paper dog
I folded and glued and painted and prepared ever so carefully.
Now I wait for my paper dog to come to life.