January 2010
40 posts
All Growed Up Now 2.
Whilst cleaning my dungeon, I found an empty Dunkin Donuts bag
I did not remember eating donuts, which means it was clearly a drunken food decision.
I realized that now might be the proper time to start buying actual groceries, and avoiding buying drunken donuts.
I left the house to go grocery shopping.
And came back with a bottle of Kahlua, vodka and milk.
All Growed Up Now.
I am sorting through hospital bills, and health insurance mail, and W2 forms on my overwhelmed desk.
I am organizing them in piles under signs written in pink crayon.
This pretty much explains the extent to which I am a functional adult.
Webs. →
My lips are packaged and sealed keystrokes. Tongued whispers down electric wires. My hands think in static impulses, sent by fingers that belong to strangers. A body byproduct…
Insomniac's Inspiration →
I don’t remember the sleepless dream,
a wave that crashed to an endless flood
blending into static
skin.
I only remember the whisper
of the keyboard in the ocean
and that I…
insomniac's inspiration →
auburnette:
she wrote a poem inspired by me.
it was my first time as a muse.
i cried.
i am such a fucking pussy.
This woman makes me fml less.
Insomniac's Inspiration →
Subway Meditations →
FEAR DOG OR LIVE IN HIS GLORY. You make more sense when my eyes are scrambled. The problem with Kindles is that they eliminate the joy of winking at older men who are…
Snow and Glass. →
I remember him best when the frost attacks the ground, creeping its way into the buildings. When Mr. S leaves town with his wife for warmer climates, and I’m…
Whispers in the Dark →
Five Point Five Minute Freewrite →
Visitors in my bedroom. →
This post is NSFP (Not safe for prudes.)
Scotch and Suitcases The air was dim and tasted like whiskey. I hadn’t slept well since his plane arrived and was pulling…
Visitors →
I wanted him to lasso me the moon but The Empire State Building was in the way, towering over us with blue and white lights, threatening the dark of the sky.
He stared up…
5 Minute Poem: Backpack Theory →
jaclynalyse:
robert downey junior-asaurus
File under: DILF. (Dino I’d Like to Fuck, obvs.)
Only active on Tumblr while drunk, apparently.
Unique and Beautiful Snowflakes →
Someone once told me that I am “too intimidating.”
I tried to be offended, for the fun of it. I tried to analyze what the someone meant.
I am certainly not intimidating in…
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Life, Pixelated. →
I wake and find skin attached to my bones. Blankets surround my naked body. I am whole, or so it would seem. Out my window, men and women weave around each other, searching for warmth, or for…
I write down the things that have happened. I try...
December 23rd, 2009
1 p.m. Oysters with Lady Hem and boss.
2 p.m. Drunk.
6 p.m. Hip turning neon blue. For some reason, blue hip is causing existential crisis.
7 p.m. Entire hip in pain and really, really blue.
8 p.m. In Emergency room surround by addicts.
9 p.m. I don’t know whether to tell this doctor to kiss me or save me.
10 p.m. Sharing a room with a woman who is possibly dying....
Fake Palindromes →
I once wrote that I wanted to be fucked like a lustrous, lingering palindrome. I couldn’t tell you what that meant, precisely. But a stranger I met (briefly) at a Philadelphia poetry reading…
From Palindromes to Toy Soldiers →
I have been spreading myself thin lately. I don’t mean this is a sexual way. Then again, maybe I do.Your call. In any case, Hannahmiet.com (I got rid of the .blogspot, how exciting) will be the…
Fake Palindromes →
I once wrote that I wanted to be fucked like a lustrous, lingering palindrome. I couldn’t tell you what that meant, precisely. But a stranger I met (briefly) at a Philadelphia poetry reading…
Snippets from tonight's conversation at Dive Bar.
Me: (Wildly inaapropriate sex story, as usual, that lasts 15 min)
Lady Hem (To her Irishman): Sorry, I haven’t seen Hannah in like 7 days. We have a lot to catch up on.
Irishman: Don’t be sorry. I am intrigued just witnessing a conversation that would never take place back home. In Ireland, we don’t talk about sex, and it always occurs in a bed, with socks on. Black socks. Then...
5 Minute Poem: X →