Stuffs (Now With Cuts!)
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revieloutionneBurn. Pine. Cherish.
Fuck you, Bianca.
Fuck you.
Being Nine
The kitchen counter is the same height as my chest, but I am crafty, and I can climb silently so that I am now standing on it. I am here because (though my mother doesn't know I know) the bag of candy left over after she filled the Christmas stockings hanging on the wall next to the stairwell (we don't have a fireplace) is sitting in the cabinet, behind the jar of sugar and unopened bags of flour. I could take the whole bag of candy without being seen, but I know better than to take the last of anything, because then I will be noticed later, so I only take a few candies, enough for the moment, leaving mos of the bag in the cabinet as I land on the floor almost silently, as I am so small.
Skin and Bones
They kept telling him he really should eat more.
He didn't listen to him, because he only had little flaps where his ears should be.
They kept asking him to look at himself, he was wasting away!
He didn't look, because he hadn't the eyes to look with.
They told him that he was so weak, why didn't he exercise more?
He didn't exercise, because he didn't have any muscles to train.
All he hever did was lie in place and droop.
Perfect Symmetry
Like Sirens to sailors,
I draw people to me.
Like Tantalus to the water and fruit,
I drive people away.
Like Sisyphus with his rock,
I am eternally unsuccessful.
Like Hercules and his dodecal labors,
I succeed in the face of hardest adversity.
Like Orpehus looking to Eurydice too soon,
I lack proper timing.
Like Bacchus in his drunken revelry,
I keep perfect rhythm.
In Response to Certain Accusations
Today I find it hard to speak to you,
which is odd, considering that you're my friend.
I'm not exactly sure what I'm to do,
although it would be nice of you to lend
a hand and tell me what it is that I
did wrong. I told you what you did was fine
to do, so of you I only ask why
I am at fault, why it is that you must whine.
I left words out so you would not get mad,
(After all, you always say I speak too much.)
yet then you threw a fit right there and had
me leave, both silent and confused. As such,
I wonder why you are so angry now,
and would make recompense if I knew how.
One Copy of The Elements of Style Given at My Graduation by Marian Hancy
Every time I open this book
(and I open the book often),
be it for a tidbit of advice
or a morsel of leisure reading,
I remember you giving it to me.
I remember the amazing wrapping paper you found,
covered with old theater advertisements
from so many places
in so many languages.
It was beautiful.
I remember the note you wrote
in the card that came with it
(I use the card as a bookmark in that book
so that I never lose it),
and how I felt respectd when I read it.
You were such an influence
on me,
on my trajectory through life,
on my capacity to express myself,
on my ability to think clearly,
and I think you weren't unaware of that
when you gave me this book.
I think that you know that you were no longer
a present influence
and left this book to make sure I didn't forget.
You were right.
Thank you.
Fuck you, Bianca.
Fuck you.
Being Nine
The kitchen counter is the same height as my chest, but I am crafty, and I can climb silently so that I am now standing on it. I am here because (though my mother doesn't know I know) the bag of candy left over after she filled the Christmas stockings hanging on the wall next to the stairwell (we don't have a fireplace) is sitting in the cabinet, behind the jar of sugar and unopened bags of flour. I could take the whole bag of candy without being seen, but I know better than to take the last of anything, because then I will be noticed later, so I only take a few candies, enough for the moment, leaving mos of the bag in the cabinet as I land on the floor almost silently, as I am so small.
Skin and Bones
They kept telling him he really should eat more.
He didn't listen to him, because he only had little flaps where his ears should be.
They kept asking him to look at himself, he was wasting away!
He didn't look, because he hadn't the eyes to look with.
They told him that he was so weak, why didn't he exercise more?
He didn't exercise, because he didn't have any muscles to train.
All he hever did was lie in place and droop.
Perfect Symmetry
Like Sirens to sailors,
I draw people to me.
Like Tantalus to the water and fruit,
I drive people away.
Like Sisyphus with his rock,
I am eternally unsuccessful.
Like Hercules and his dodecal labors,
I succeed in the face of hardest adversity.
Like Orpehus looking to Eurydice too soon,
I lack proper timing.
Like Bacchus in his drunken revelry,
I keep perfect rhythm.
In Response to Certain Accusations
Today I find it hard to speak to you,
which is odd, considering that you're my friend.
I'm not exactly sure what I'm to do,
although it would be nice of you to lend
a hand and tell me what it is that I
did wrong. I told you what you did was fine
to do, so of you I only ask why
I am at fault, why it is that you must whine.
I left words out so you would not get mad,
(After all, you always say I speak too much.)
yet then you threw a fit right there and had
me leave, both silent and confused. As such,
I wonder why you are so angry now,
and would make recompense if I knew how.
One Copy of The Elements of Style Given at My Graduation by Marian Hancy
Every time I open this book
(and I open the book often),
be it for a tidbit of advice
or a morsel of leisure reading,
I remember you giving it to me.
I remember the amazing wrapping paper you found,
covered with old theater advertisements
from so many places
in so many languages.
It was beautiful.
I remember the note you wrote
in the card that came with it
(I use the card as a bookmark in that book
so that I never lose it),
and how I felt respectd when I read it.
You were such an influence
on me,
on my trajectory through life,
on my capacity to express myself,
on my ability to think clearly,
and I think you weren't unaware of that
when you gave me this book.
I think that you know that you were no longer
a present influence
and left this book to make sure I didn't forget.
You were right.
Thank you.
