Monthly Archives: August 2012
i just don’t really like cops.
they seem to always be laughing at me
and waiting for me to trip across the street.
they have greasy smiles,
makes me feel uneasy,
makes me feel insecure,
makes me feel like they see me and think
‘she will never be as good as a cop’.
over and over and over in my head
all the time
but i know i would call 911
and pray for them to show up
if i heard someone breaking into my apartment at night,
but then maybe the robber and the cops
would have it out with each other
and everyone will die
and everyone will win.
cops are okay, i guess.
but for real.
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in the weeks after we broke up,
when i was driving alone,
i would move my right hand
over to the passenger side seat,
place it on top of my purse
and grasp it lightly,
as if it was your thigh.
I responded to a tweet that natalie posted today and she responded back and then i responded and then she responded and then i responded and this is what we created.
I wrote 7 poems and made a series of ‘index card poems’ for real life/internet friends and dropped them in the post this morning. they are currently on their way to far away lands like Chicago, Brooklyn, and California.