As the bus starts to
coast downhill, I feel my mood
change, and I look up.
Monthly Archives: January 2011
Case Logic
Alphabetizing
CDs, adding titles to
spreadsheets. Ordered mess.
Battery Life Saver
Woman walks past a
parked bike, stops, and switches off
its blinking red light.
Heavy Lunch
Eating tacos while
reading a book on sexual
assault. Serious face.
Seattle Sidewalk Rule
If it’s warm enough
to remove your gloves and hat,
it’s warm enough to smile.
The Groundlings
Watching The State of
the Union address at a
bar. We cheer and boo.
“Done with That One Anyway”
My dentist’s elbow
bumps the tray of tools. One falls
to the floor. LOUD CLANG.
Hands & Knees
Cleaning up cat puke
in the hallway. Not my cat,
not my hallway. Love.
Streetview
First time visiting
their new house. I recognize
their old truck, stop.
Down in It
Even my
sweat
smells sad today.
Long Way Out
I exit out the
front door of the bus so I
can tell my driver thanks.
Cold Comfort
Homeless man wears a
sleeping bag like a cape. Its
zipper scrapes the sidewalk.
Stop and Glow
She gets off the bus
where I’m waiting. Time to view
the moon together.
Cymbalism
As the stylist combs
my hair, her metal bracelets
jangle in my ear.
Orange You Glad
Check-out guy explains,
in great detail, a YouTube
video about oranges.
Precocious Moments
Little boy describes
the pho here as ‘poison.’ I
second-guess my order.
Tuckered Out & Tucked In
Lying still on the
couch as Emily covers
me with one, two quilts.
No Attachments
Skipping through some tracks
on an ex’s mix CD.
This time without guilt.
Sensitive Stomach
Eating oatmeal
backstage at the show as the
audience arrives.
Charlotte Sometimes
Falling snow sticks to
a spider’s web. I can see
every strand she strung.
Nails Clicking
Basement practice space.
Above my right ear: the steps
of a running dog.
Visible Vocals
Basement band practice
in coat and scarf. I can see
my breath at the mic.
Little Light
Sliver of a moon.
Thinking about the latest
shooting. Impatient.
Friday Night Lite
Sweatpants and oatmeal.
Twin Peaks and 30 Rock. Good
practice for old age.
Dinner and a Book
Sudden laugh’s so loud
it scares my roommate. Just read
a Pat Buchanan quote.
Breaking the Bars
Two boys just let out
from school. One bites into a big
chocolate bar. Freedom.
In This Together
Long sleeves pulled over
cold hands. Pass a fellow jogger
doing the same thing.
Certain Expression
Talking to my friend’s
mom, I keep seeing my friend
show up in her face.
Icky Leaks
Wiping snot on my
gloves. Winter jogging is no
time to be polite.
Forward Thinking
Decorating my
spiral notebook with pictures of
lilies. Dead of winter.
Future Present
Reading a book of
essays when I hear screaming
on the street, pops. Midnight!
