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I’m afraid I’m going to come off desperate- salivating, fidgety, anxious, licking my lips, adjusting my clothes, smoothing down my hair. I’m afraid I’m going to seem too hungry- inhale my sandwich, guzzle my wine, your wine, our wine, reach for your body. It’s just lunch after all.

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As I lie in bed with my eldest, making up a “Once Upon a Time” goodnight story, I wound my words around and grounded my tone, helped her relax and drift away with a content look on her face. But all I could think was, “Goodnight darling. Easy sleep. Easy dreams.” I wish I could say it now.

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A moment of silence for those unable to recover from the Salma Hayek Sports Illustrated Swimsuit edition. We never had a chance.

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We have- Been spit up on in our “going out shirt” on the way to the one concert we attend per year. Been kicked in the face at 3a by a “drunken octopus” toddler. Fallen asleep on the couch while holding the baby. Spit into, eaten over, thrown up in the kitchen sink while preparing breakfast.

submitted 11 days ago • 1 comment

She had another night terror. 10:21pm, only been asleep for an hour and I heard the scream. I waited just a moment, then went in her room and started trying to help her calm down. She started to flail around, her screaming got louder and louder, I tried to shush, tried to squeeze her out of it.

submitted 12 days ago • 1 comment

I’ve been calling her “stone blue baby” because her eyes are like sapphires and other than those moments when she’s doing a joke with me, she’s got that pensive “I’m not sure what you’re talking about” face. Dark blue, dark halo, fractals like gemstones, intensity like the glare of the sun.

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I must have slept more poorly than expected because I can barely land on a thought without jumping to the next one. Everything in fragments, scattered, unpinned, uneasy. “Yesterday was my mother’s birthday but when I was a child that meant today was a friend’s birthday. Which friend was it?”

submitted 13 days ago • 1 comment

My best friend just converted to Catholicism a month ago and good for her. Leave the sinking ship of American Protestantism behind. Prosperity gospel and lack of kindness be damned. Let’s hope this papal selection is as good as it seems.

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Maybe for you this is Opera and for me this is Flamenco. I had so many things I wanted to say in reply. So many things I’d thought about for weeks, months, years. So many thousands, hundreds of, millions of words. But I wanted to say them in person. Text be damned, I want breath. Aiiiiiieee.

submitted 14 days ago • 1 comment

Metro north to Grand Central Grand Central to Barclays Gonna see Charli, gonna get saved Again and again Saved in the club The only place I truly understand The only place that truly understands me “I only threw this party for you. Party on you, Party on you…”

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So I looked at her and I said, “Why, why are you doing this when you don’t believe in any of this shit?” And she replied, “I mean, I do believe in some of this shit, just a little of it, but I do believe in the community and we need the community.” So I said, “Ok what, what’s the point?”

submitted 19 days ago • 1 comment

For the Comedy Special I’m always working on in my head- There’s gotta be a way to turn the MILF joke on its head. “Oh what, you like mothers? You’d like to fuck a woman so exhausted, she can barely see straight? A woman so constantly harassed, she’s lost her self-identity? That kind of woman?”

submitted 20 days ago • 1 comment

And as for the real thought, the unceasing weight on my chest that came from the truest words- why would I do any of it without love? And thus why do it ever again with another? Why hurt, why difficult conversations, why cry, why long for if not love? It seems empty without that.

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I’ve never been happier to be woken by my alarm. Was at that point in the dream where I’d been stuck in a scene too long and the set was artifacting, Dali’s clock, baby birds pecking each other to death, characters lying in the mud, a sticky smell. Shot awake but twinkly sounds, morning light.

submitted 21 days ago • 1 comment

Her with eyes that smile so clear A curl of the mouth from ear to ear She’s older than I or maybe the same And looks like she knows how to play the game Her children and mine at the same school For months she’s played it so, so cool Yet recently More and more Oh shit, she’s here, here at my door!

submitted 21 days ago • 0 comments

I have felt so many different things the past couple of weeks but today, in my one hour of alone time to grocery shop, I feel desperate. Desperate like the swimmer tumbling in rough seas, wave after wave keeping them under. Burning heart, burning lungs. Afraid, “Please don’t let it be too late.”

submitted 23 days ago • 0 comments

She said, “I need a crisis.” And I replied instantly, “And I need to be a little bit scared.” I’ve always been a bit scared, scared of the good ones anyway. Never scared of men, though. The stakes are too low, the interest too surface. Except for Josh, the last man I loved, but I was never scared.

submitted 24 days ago • 1 comment

It was one thing to have the firstborn of a different mother but this one, mine, my own true is enough to send me out into the ether. I, a truly fucked up child, told myself that I would never ever do this to anyone else. Yet here I am with a digestively fucked up child and I curse myself.

submitted 24 days ago • 1 comment