kitchen poems

Thursday, May 30, 2002

a freewrite from the picnic table in wicker park:
you be ladybug and i be preying mantis
i would decapitate heads, but only after sex
you be ladybug
pretty and shiny
adorable and sweet
innocent like a new born baby
so delicate you need to be handled with a gentle touch
you be the eye candy
the bug every girl looks for in the open field
the bug everybody wants to play with
climb slowly up my forearms
make a twirly path around my fingertips
the black dots are so perfectly round
you look like something made
out of a computer generated patterns
wings shiny
perfect condition on the outside
the cute little ladybug i've been looking for all these time
you stand out in the greeness of the grass
rendering yourself vulnerable
too busy walking around being pretty
don't see me?
i'll eat you
alive.

misery chick 1:44 AM

Wednesday, May 15, 2002

write where it hurts.
the back of my neck. the bottom stretch of my left foot. my right temple. my lower back. my eyelids. my right shoulder blade hurting from the bag i carry my unnecessary gadgets around. the cracked skin on the back of my hands. the zit inside my left nostrill. and this _____ thing somewhere inside my left chest. blank because i don't know what to call it. blank because emotional pain is not physical and therefore unmeasurable. blank because i can't touch and massage where it hurts. the problem is if you don't know where it hurts, you don't know how to heal it.
hypothetical: is it real or did i make it up? hypothetical: having ended a 3+ year relationship without any tears or regret is producing an alternative reaction which is sending me into a self-destructive mode of drowning myself in sorrow over someone who i only hung out with for a month. the irony of it all is being obsessive over a thing you hardly know instead of missing a thing you had for almost 4 years. hypothetical: i create drama in my head out of vanity to put myself through agony because i'd rather deal with the mediocre dating pain than the real deal i consciously choose to ignore.
write where it hurts. the torn cuticle of my right thumb. the muscle that's holding up my heavy head. take 2 advil every morning with coffee and get through the day of a worker drone. where it hurts is where i keep stabbing, listening to songs after songs about heartbreak and disappointment. disappointment = having such high hopes and though you were this close to getting it but realising later on that you were wrong since the beginning. where it hurts; there's something burning.

misery chick 1:08 PM


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prompt "write where it hurts" archive connects reading list memento excercise the collective aa writers workshop - nyc mikekim miserychick	Thursday, May 30, 2002 a freewrite from the picnic table in wicker park: you be ladybug and i be preying mantis i would decapitate heads, but only after sex you be ladybug pretty and shiny adorable and sweet innocent like a new born baby so delicate you need to be handled with a gentle touch you be the eye candy the bug every girl looks for in the open field the bug everybody wants to play with climb slowly up my forearms make a twirly path around my fingertips the black dots are so perfectly round you look like something made out of a computer generated patterns wings shiny perfect condition on the outside the cute little ladybug i've been looking for all these time you stand out in the greeness of the grass rendering yourself vulnerable too busy walking around being pretty don't see me? i'll eat you alive. misery chick 1:44 AM Wednesday, May 15, 2002 write where it hurts. the back of my neck. the bottom stretch of my left foot. my right temple. my lower back. my eyelids. my right shoulder blade hurting from the bag i carry my unnecessary gadgets around. the cracked skin on the back of my hands. the zit inside my left nostrill. and this _____ thing somewhere inside my left chest. blank because i don't know what to call it. blank because emotional pain is not physical and therefore unmeasurable. blank because i can't touch and massage where it hurts. the problem is if you don't know where it hurts, you don't know how to heal it. hypothetical: is it real or did i make it up? hypothetical: having ended a 3+ year relationship without any tears or regret is producing an alternative reaction which is sending me into a self-destructive mode of drowning myself in sorrow over someone who i only hung out with for a month. the irony of it all is being obsessive over a thing you hardly know instead of missing a thing you had for almost 4 years. hypothetical: i create drama in my head out of vanity to put myself through agony because i'd rather deal with the mediocre dating pain than the real deal i consciously choose to ignore. write where it hurts. the torn cuticle of my right thumb. the muscle that's holding up my heavy head. take 2 advil every morning with coffee and get through the day of a worker drone. where it hurts is where i keep stabbing, listening to songs after songs about heartbreak and disappointment. disappointment = having such high hopes and though you were this close to getting it but realising later on that you were wrong since the beginning. where it hurts; there's something burning. misery chick 1:08 PM