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Things don’t get better, they get worse.

The truth is, it was me who discarded

the mattress.  Let me reiterate that I dis-

carded the mattress that was then turned

into a beautiful extra-large, inedible pizza.

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Now is 2 seconds ago & older is 3 seconds ago.

                                                    —Eileen Myles

I am turning discarded mattresses

into street food.  It’s an idea I picked

up from Facebook where they turned

one into a delicious-looking monster

pizza.  It’s fantastic.  But it has its

limitations. 

Not to dwell on the past, but how

does my hair look?  I went from

bed to meeting (interview) in five

minutes flat.  Try that on with some

vinyl (it’s a record….nevermind).

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Greeting. How are things goings?
                       —Honey Bunny

Or so the story goes…

I’m not up to anything in particular.
I’m not even up to the particulars.
But I’ve got a savage living deep
within me, and, therefore, I’m a
bit nauseous, and I really need
to pee. So, thanks for askings, 

but I guess I’ll be goings now.

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Dufus Is Like Dumbass, Only More Real
(Like You)

This is the text of the piece:
“A way for us to pass in the night
or whatever.” With Donald Trump
deep-kissing Vladimir Putin some-
where in Los Angeles this morning,
I’m lonely. Is this the only us? Or
did we meet, by chance, at….

Plants have wisdom; bugs have
memory. Or so I’m told on this
late Friday evening.

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“Do you
have
dreams?”
he asks
on the
way to
the taco
truck last
night.

Do I
have
dreams??

Then I
took a
photo
of the
Hibernia
Bank
Building
while he
was fitted

for a show
in which
he’s a
model
at Ruby
Skye.

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tivities

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gunna

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If my situation is less dire,
why, then, do I have more
memory?

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I Simply Do What I Do

     your throat is clogged
     with her name
                     —Maged Zaher

At first glance, I thought the 2nd
line read “with your name,”

and I thought this was pretty
hilarious. And truthful. Not to

oversimplify, but aren’t there
throats clogged with each of

our names? Or is it the truths
that clog? And, honestly,

the fact the deciding factor
may be that my sink has been

stopped up for a week now
is not very hilarious. (Or

most of our throats? Or
is it just my throat?). Any-

way, in summary,
Throats,

Hilarity,
Truth

and Tragedy,
all members

of my extend-
ed family,

spend most
holidays together

and often re- 

member me well.

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Stupid Cupid

In these times of respite

from communication,

I’m all serious about

communicating.  It’s

just no good, like dis-

ease or distortion.  Or

maybe just dystopia.

I thought I’d share w/

you our morning pro-

gram.  We’ve got Tri-

dent White (Spear-

mint), a broken cell-

phone, and a small

box of golden paper-

clips.  Gold represents

wealth, or so sayeth

the profits.  They are

pretty paperclips,

doncha think?

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Note to Self

“Good morning, I am a lone charming girl,
looking for a nice person to have a fun with )
Where are you from, do you speak english?

reply me if you would like to get my photos. Bye )”
To up the cute quotient just a tad, I order 4 oyster
shooters. My self-assertion circle is a triangle now.

I wish I could say that what separates him from the
others is his stubbornness. He is stingy (he stings).
You have been the only one giving me inspiration.

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first day w/o

a job

a friend

a partner

a partner-in-crime

a drink

a drug

a drink inside of a little pill

a lover

a shiver

a pocketbook

a pocket

a dollar

the sound of white noise