i am on planet earth, still.

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ps http://villageofjoy.com/50-strange-buildings-of-the-world/

grandma's

leaving is not enough; you must
stay gone. train your heart
like a dog. change the locks
even on the house he’s never
visited. you lucky, lucky girl.
you have an apartment
just your size. a bathtub
full of tea. a heart the size
of Arizona, but not nearly
so arid. don’t wish away
your cracked past, your
crooked toes, your problems
are papier mache puppets
you made or bought because the vendor
at the market was so compelling you just
had to have them. you had to have him.
and you did. and now you pull down
the bridge between your houses,
you make him call before
he visits, you take a lover
for granted, you take
a lover who looks at you
like maybe you are magic. make
the first bottle you consume
in this place a relic. place it
on whatever altar you fashion
with a knife and five cranberries.
don’t lose too much weight.
stupid girls are always trying
to disappear as revenge. and you
are not stupid. you loved a man
with more hands than a parade
of beggars, and here you stand. heart
like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas.
heart leaking something so strong
they can smell it in the street.

i miss being a kid

i loved to dress up as mary poppins and eliza doolittle, i had two imaginary friends named monkaka and shashu-shashu, and i loved climbing trees. i liked to write short stories about twins switching places and songs like this:

breakin' my heart. i don't need your love. it don't mean anything to me, chorus: breakin my heart ohh wa, saying you love me now you dont. when i walk through the valley, i don't think of you. just the thing i wouldn't do.

mister lonely

there are miracles, there are miracles to happen to everyone if you're pure enough you will fly.

i am apparently very popular with the 80 and above crowd.

i was born a ramblin' (wo)man

i have started making my bed every morning. i take my three sheets and blankets by one end, lift them in the air like a parachute and let go. i do not smooth out the creases or tuck anything in. i do not take sugar in my tea and my favorite words (right now) are fanciful and whimsical. i have very short legs and it makes it hard for me to keep up. today, i am going to sew a new skirt out of an old dress. i think having plume for a name would be really nice. the end.