i would watch my parents unfurl like blossoms but he stained the ground he walked on with thick black ink where we would leave footprints across tiles she broke her back over. and when he shouted it was like a mangy old tiger whose teeth were sore but still sharp and my little brother would pick at his fur and my father would settle around us. fearsome, grueling, but ever always cooed by the fragility of my mother’s delicate hand.
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poker life
the buzz of cards and everyone becomes eights and aces and flush draws. i hug my daughter and all i think is you’re a pair of jacks. i pick up my son and rub my face into his belly and his laughter reminds me of a flush. i sit across from my wife with our daughter laying across her and our son razzing on my lap and all i can hope for is a full house.
tid bits
when an israel day care center decided to tack on a fee for parents who were late in picking up their children, the number of these late parents increased rather than decreased. it turns out that once you made it a financial transaction, the social/moral stigma of being late for your child was removed.
in another study, where a six pack of coke and a plate of dollar bills was left out in the open unattended on each floor of a college dormitory by the end of the day the six packs were consistently taken but the dollar bills were left untouched. it turns out the more disassociated the crime was from monetary theft, the more likely it would occur.
interesting audio
freakonomics
predictability irrational
the black swan – taleb
the age of turbulence
pogo
everyday like this, the madness of it, outside breathing yearning that one thing more, always the one thing more, never forget it, the choice, the choices before, everyday and another, again and again, to live, to choose to live, to love, to dream, to be, whomever you are, where you are, not just another stain, not just a mulching machine rift and saddled with mistakes and regrets, a being machine, a making machine, soft and hard parts, bone and skin and desire and grief.
i have always been badly tuned to the pain and joy within me, such highs and lows that the whipping had me bouncing off the walls to a dance only inside my head.
where your heart is
i breathe fountains of lost time, of roadside gravel and the skirts of streets made dirty with snow. we believed this, we all saw it coming. subways that hammer tunnels and whip us into a frenzy. bars with bouncers staving off the tide of drunken children. wide and open dark parks where trees yearn to escape the skyline brick. she held my hand and whispered into my ear, take me home, take me to where your heart is.
short stop
scratch like this, break this, fawning head over heels, beg likes this, spoon me like this, dig the nails into his ass, gripping, how gripping, sweat like this, moan like this, saddle me like this, kiss me like this, kiss me like this, leave me this, leave this, forget this, break this, miss this, hands on knees coughing.
by the gumline
sometimes he wants to stop, he cannot stop. an avalanche, pebbles that become insurmountable. she puts on bubblegum lipstick, looks in the mirror, cannot forget the rasp of his laughter. he pulls on his teeth, we trace the gumline. and here it was, and here it was, and here it was. all blush, caked, two shades lighter than dirt. to forgive, we’ve forgotten everything. a glass of water by the windowsill, evaporated by the sun, leaving nothing.
petal kneel
he is tired, exhausted. i change his name. he grows roots from his palms, he kneels and buries his wrists into the ground. from his ears, flowers, white to pink with deep blue stems. it breaks him. you can smell years of rooms with broken bottles and stubbed out cigarettes. you mourn for him and he cries, i am still so tired, so tired. and rocks split beneath him and milk pours out of his mouth. the mud turns to sand and she cannot escape. he tries, but she cannot escape. she tries and he cannot stop weeping. we all try and we feel exhausted. she opens her mouth and we find petals falling from our fingers.