Monthly Archives: September 2010

Homework

I flip through all the sheets in his backpack. “When is this homework due?” I ask.

“The next day.”

“Tomorrow?”

“The next day. Today is not tomorrow.”

“No, I know. Do you mean the next day like Monday, or the next day meaning tomorrow – … Read more

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Blood

Poverty and class have consumed my mind lately, but I’m not ready to write about them yet. Too loaded. Or something. So, naturally, I’ve decided to write about menstruation instead. My basketball team at Moanalua synced up right away, and it was freaky how intense … Read more

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Stitches

The morning after my son was born, my father came and visited me in the hospital. I’d spent the night alone with G, and he kept choking, and freaking me the fuck out. I hadn’t slept, and still had the euphoria of his birth. I … Read more

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Spokane

I came here two weeks before I turned 21, and had every intention of leaving as soon as possible. Portland. I was always on my way to Portland. Since then, nearly 15 years ago, I’ve lived continuously in this town of trains. And I love … Read more

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Divine

In Before Sunrise dancers are described as “trying to shake off their genitals and become angels”. I can’t remember if it’s a quote from something else, or if it’s original to the movie, but I love the image, and it captures something I’ve been thinking … Read more

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Wear your sadness

I can’t figure out why I don’t want to bike, or watch movies. Why I can’t make myself efficient. Why I’m letting dishes pile up in the sink. Why I’d rather lie in bed and stare at the curtains than go for a walk. Why … Read more

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Radicalizing of a girl

My ex and his best friend were spray painting anarchy symbols on the skate ramp they’d made from “salvaged” government wood. The kid’s dad, who’d been watching them, said, “You couldn’t handle anarchy.” The boys looked up at him, startled.

I think of this story … Read more

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Codependent

“Who doesn’t like Grover?” Mary asks.

“I don’t know,” I say. “Serial killers?”

“He’s so lovely and codependent,” she says.

“What?” Is she seriously attacking Grover? “What do you mean he’s codependent?”

“Classically so.”

“How?”

“He’s always the put-upon Muppet. He’s constantly collapsing because he … Read more

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Get what you need

Supposition: You get something you need from your relationships.

You want to be punished, so you date a mean girl. She has to be mean enough that you feel punished, but not so mean that you feel victimized. She has to be Goldilocks mean.

The … Read more

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Aside

I can’t write about the sores on his face, or the way we’re joking about cancer. So Irish, it’s awful, but what will you do if you can’t laugh? When I was 30, my father explained to me how I porcupine. I want so much … Read more

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