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By Misti Date: 2002 Jul 02 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.02.15.32.7730]] |
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I'm taking inventory, lately. Pondering. Wondering. Questioning. Even in this insane 110 degree heat. Oh, but it's a DRY heat. Yes it's dry but my thighs are sticking to the chair with sweat and the fan at full blast isn't much consolation. I am vain and shallow and I talk like a truck driver and I don't know why so many of my poems contain the word "whore" or why I've been thinking myself a whore here lately I am wallowing in doubt and misery for no good reason. I will never buy a dog. I'm not one of those girls who buys a cute little dog and names it Precious or Sparky and kisses it on the mouth blech the guy featured on "Rendezvous" last night would have loved me to pieces at least for one night. I'm frightening myself. I want to buy a boat and hang out on the lake at Possum Kingdom drinking beer with like-minded comrades in apathy and disillusion. I want everything that is out of reach. I'm sweating bullets in the high desert waiting on a paycheck taking everything and everyone around me for granted even my poems don't work anymore but I keep writing thinking eventually pop flash boom which will be on the same day that perfume doesn't make me sneeze. |