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Saturday, April 12
my name was stuck on your tongue
when i gave you the only question i ever had
you blinked and assumed i was joking.
i bit my tongue
until blood dripped from the corner of my mouth
and you said you were hungry
and could go for a long ride.
how fast do you want to go?
i saw myself twinkle in your eye
as we careened off the road
and careended into the backseat
faster than you could say the answer
because the answer to the only question i ever had
was in the backseat of your jeep
on the side of the road
somewhere near boston.
Maria 1:37:00 PM
Friday, April 11
it was me. tis fixed. sorry. i don't know where that random square came from.
Maria 1:53:00 PM
Thursday, April 10
i like the first line. its a good way to start a poem cause its so direct when your images arent and i like the contrast.
but the second line has gotta go, baby.
and yeah, your images arent very direct, but they're still good. it doesnt seem finished for some reason. but i like it!
Giorgie 8:37:00 PM
because it's when it's seven in the morning here,
you've just gone to bed at three on the opposite coast of me.
Maria 7:48:00 AM
two.
thirty in the morning
and i'm still awake staring.
two.
eyelids drifting slowly
towards one another.
two.
chapped lips doused in
chapstick he used before the eleven.
two.
pieces of gum left
wrapped in my pocket.
two.
thirty one and i'm
still staring.
Maria 2:35:00 AM
Wednesday, April 9
sleep
i want to be shallow
i want to scare myself
without a blink
two fingers to my face
to close my eyes
and i'm off.
Giorgie 9:58:00 PM
it was kind of like burning your mouth on soup in the sense that whenver anything comes in contact with the roof of your mouth or your tongue, you're suddenly reminded that you had chicken corn chowder with toast for lunch.
Maria 1:36:00 AM
Monday, April 7
afterbirth
we formed
learning to peel the
fingers apart
working inside sweating
must spill
in a rush of red and bricks
and steel.
it spilled over forms built
like shells and caves
a pick, a pole
deep enjambed,
we formed in a lean-to.
first
and foremost
the waters froze. a green
sleeve, green ice
comfort over stilled movement.
we picked up our
voices, learned words
for empty
for pain, for that
pocket of space inside the fist.
i found my mothers
diamond ring on the
floor by the hope-chest
near a tissue.
has she missed it?
it fits my finger perfectly
of course. we
are the same
size.
when we formed
our fingers became crooked,
just a little at the top.
our voices ripe like sliced
sugar cane
bleeding clear sweetness
into the air.
Giorgie 10:49:00 PM
thats so pretty. :)
Giorgie 7:37:00 PM
i touched you at the bend of your arm
you flinched at the shock of cold fingertips
on warm skin because how could it be
that after a night under body heated sheets
with you, that i was still cold?
Maria 1:56:00 PM
Sunday, April 6
oh yeah. oh oh yeah.
Giorgie 7:04:00 PM
hislastcigarette: professor giorgio
hislastcigarette: he'll have to be careful of deviant students like myself. muahahahahahaha. if hes not careful he'll be some other girl's simon
great scott woman!!
Giorgie 7:03:00 PM
i miss it so bad, i can taste it.
ink and graphite spilling across pages
while emily eats apple sauce and giggles at ben's poem.
and ben could never get a poem out without laughing
and whenever anyone else tried to, they'd laugh too.
Maria 1:03:00 AM
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