hi. I’m still alive, just been doing other things. 

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I’m a sleepy frowner and a grumpy downer.

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As a child I dreamt of Bullwinkle stabbing me, but nowadays it’s Snidely Whiplash haunting my dreams. 

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Apricot nectar and powdered peach dust splattered and smothered on the faces of the onion-heads as they bob up and down on the train thinking about what they look like. 

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Either I’m just really sensitive or I have really poor judgement on whom I associate with. Or both. 

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And my left arm
can barely move,
and a splotch of it is bright red.
Once, in my mind,
a black snake
wrapped around that arm,
eating itself
infinitely,
growing the fire
of words in its belly
(it was inspired by
a man on the subway
with all black arms.)
It will manifest
itself as a bouquet of flowers
dripping down my skin,
but never washing off.

And my right arm
is a bushel of kale
held together by
a rubberband,
once labeled,
now broken
and retied
(once I held three fingers up
as I swore that I had never
swallowed that leaf
in a drink,
none were impressed.)

And on both of my forearms
there are a series of lines,
not self-inflicted,
but created by a cat
scared of the wind.

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My kitty scratched down the fresh skin of both arms as a reminder or some sort of warning.

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I’m going to be bored, home alone, with nothing to do all week.. 

So my dad caught a big fish.

So my dad caught a big fish.

Old kitty, Rusty!

Old kitty, Rusty!

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Our new kitty, Mimi!

Our new kitty, Mimi!

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i am so sorry