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aspirational missed connections
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“You were cute, funny, 6’1”-6’4”, liked cats, and had health insurance. Email me back with pics if this sounds like you.”

“Cool as a cucumber and living within walking distance to the L train stop, you said you liked my glasses. I like yours too”

“You were sitting on a park bench, in a sun dress, reading Murakami. I wanted to approach you, tell you that Kafka on the Shore is one of my favorite books and maybe we should get coffee sometime, but I couldn’t muster the nerve. I hope you’re reading this now, and I can get a second chance.”

“You were witty, into craft beers/micro brews, liked cats and outdoorsy but not too outdoorsy”

“First thing I noticed about you was your incredible dancing. Like no one was watching. I was watching.”

July 22, 2014

brautigan
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another cucumber for the pickle jar
11/17 of a haiku

December 12, 2012


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I stopped cutting my nails about four years ago.
When you start getting older, they just don’t grow anymore.
Or maybe they don’t bother you the same way since you’re not using your hands often anyway. Either way, her request for a nail clipper was such a simple one–yet I had to dig in tiny mahogany drawers for several minutes before I could unearth a small pair–rusted around the crescent edge. Slightly ashamed of its state, it took me a few seconds to drop them into a waiting palm.
She thanked me, walked silently to the kitchen.

Clip. Clip clip clip.

Shedding dead parts of herself onto the linoleum floor.

February 5, 2012

To unlearn
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I had a sudden wave of realization that everyday I move farther and farther away from being a kid.
I nearly cried.

The possibilities used to be limitless. You could build anything. And even when the product didn’t live up to your expectations–your imagination filled the gap.

I can no longer think this way. Unlearning seems impossible.

October 16, 2011

Bittle Loxes
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Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky,
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same.
There’s a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses
All went to the university,
Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same,
And there’s doctors and lawyers,
And business executives,
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

And they all play on the golf course
And drink their martinis dry,
And they all have pretty children
And the children go to school,
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
Where they are put in boxes
And they come out all the same.

And the boys go into business
And marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.
There’s a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

-Marina Reynolds

May 14, 2011