
I was not impressed. I threw out most of it. It tasted fake and gross.
Ultimate Frisbee, Art, Politics, Law

POP CORPSE
for Stephanie
When I’m older I write only once a week. The rest of the time I heal and drink juice cocktails and read and talk to people. This method seems to work for me and over time I even start to fart poems. The Corcoran asks me to do an exhibit of poems associated with infrared photographs of farts. I spend days matching poems to the right farts, finishing in just enough time to drive to Florida and see my great-uncle, my separated cousin, and her two babies.
A boy can be your boyfriend without actually being your boyfriend. On the way you stop to wander through Glen Echo Park. The ancient cries of fun echo and re-echo. Years later I remember holding your hand. My memory is unreliable.
Favorable notice in another paper. On the fire escape the man asked me if I had hyperthyroid condition. Offended, I insisted my thyroid was normal.
I realize that I have been as repressed in my poetry as I have been foolish in real life. When my writing goes well I attribute it to God. When I kissed you in the car I blamed myself. We were in the church for hours discussing our favorite cathedrals. There is always something I have not bothered to remember.
You are my secret best friend. I am a gas station attendant. When someone gives me a tip it is like I have done something great. I feel great as I pump gas.


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first day of classes today. odd, odd, odd. it still, now, with five out of six semesters finished, seems strange to me that I am in law school. but today wasn't bad. just odd. added oddness that I was there at nine in the morning, which I haven't been, not since spring of last year.
Anyway at nine was "conflict of laws," which is a whole (small) class about how you pick what law applies, and which is taught by an outgoing dean (he wants to teach more.) He's very enthusiastic and made eye contact with all students including me many times. He even made me talk, which it's my policy not to do in class, but it was like he forced me to talk.today rode to get groceries via greenway to bi-lo on


need not add to this, except to point out that he's Barefoot.


get-together for ultimate last night: game was, get the dollar in your mouth, but be touching the floor with only one foot.

played ultimate all weekend. worn completely, happily, Out. Knoxville finished second to Berry College alums. Then we played in Knoxville.

my first visit to my little brother's work. he drove that truck that morning. they were putting out a brush fire. the truck holds 10,000 gallons of water.