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Just Exactly Dead

I wish my point of view didn’t exist. Don’t want to be human, don’t want to sweat the small stuff, but when I do, I know an inner-explosion is about to occur. That being fed up thing. I used to point fingers forward, I trace all fingers back to me. I listened to the heartbeat…

The Spiders Aren’t Here Anymore

I was in the shower. It was moving. Well, I thought it was moving. It was just a black speck on the shower curtain. The thing about your life story is its never just your story. I sincerely hate that part. The other players in the story may not want anyone else to know but…

He Asked me out Again…

I see him. My chest hurts. Danger, body says danger. He smiles. He says my name. He asks for my number again. He does have guts I stick to my guns. I type on my computer. I barely look up as I tell him no. Its not that I’m interested. Its not that I’m not. Not sure if it is my gut. Not positive its not a false alarm. So I type. I continue to type. I type them all away. No, okay?  

DNA Testing

“Don’t do it, it takes your DNA. Who knows what they do with it. It could be used for eugenic’s research,” she said as we walked towards Target. “Yeah but I don’t know who my biological mom is and thats the only way I can possibly find her.” It came in the mail yesterday. The tube that you spit in so the lab people can send me back information on my ancestors. A recent joke I used was, “I can’t date a white man until I know for sure we aren’t related.” There are men out there who have donated…

Berry Tree Days

I thought of you yesterday. There were berries. Wild berries. I thought of us eating the berries and climbing the trees. I thought of us going through the woods. The way that we would fight over who would get to climb which tree. The way that I would miss you when we would fight. I…

His Yellow Shirt

This is a spoken word/poetic story that was also performed at The Moth in L.A. on Valentine’s Day in 2017.  This writing expresses the depths of my feelings towards divorce and along with that my questioning religion. “He was wearing that yellow shirt. His eyes sparkled.”      

Memory

“I don’t want to let the memories go.” “But you were never made to live in a memory.”