Your kick was powerful and it was very challenging to change your diaper. I actually felt this kick when you were in my tummy, which made me think you were a boy.
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It’s all well and good to believe I’m one with everything my wife and I are taking a Meditation Basics class you should’ve seen the look the teacher gave me for a loud fart I did take a class on Southeast Asian Traditions and Cultures in college and wrote a A- paper about how everything in the whole world is a blueness, and sometimes I am able to get there, usually right after I’ve had coffee in the morning and I’m like if I die this moment I am dying at the precise moment when I am myself but other times, mostly before bed, I cannot imagine it, and I am scared I won’t wake up the next day, and my head on my pillow feels as arbitrary and flimsy as Saran.
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I just watched a Tony Robbins video
You may judge this a counterrevolutionary gesture
Thinking about the people I forgot to write back to
I ate as much peanut butter as I could
Listening to I CAN’T HELP FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU
(Pats the boot of his gun affectionately) a kind of bug
As siphoner sucking up the purple world thru its straw
Whorling hurricanes out from the backs of beetles, diaper rashes
Heavy tits heavy eyes of a heavy lady, a lady with fibroids
A lady who suffers migraines, I wanna fuck a woman who knows pain
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Standing on the dock in the afternoon rain, my dad says he’d rather I have a bad time fishing with my old man than a good time playing computer games.
He doesn’t say things like “Your old man” much, but sometimes he does. Or he’ll call me sport, or champ, mostly when I do something dumb. One time I light a whole book of matches on fire and throw it on the floor and stomp on it. It leaves a black spot and my dad says, “You really just did that, huh.”
I was walking home through downtown St. Pete, sweating badly.
This older guy crossed paths with me near a concrete ledge overlooking an area of creek.
‘Man, goddamn it,’ he said, stopping by me as though we’d already been talking.
I stopped too.
‘This motherfucker….’ he said, gesturing out somewhere.
He had faded tattoos and big, raw pock marks all over his arms.
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