I’m so mad at you that I’m writing a Russian novel about the way you blew me off

She was my friend when you weren’t
not only did she say I could visit her
but that I could stay for months

you didn’t even say
it’d be nice to see you, but
so now you are the downtrodden character
in my novel, who will eventually die
all alone in the Siberian forest
from frostbite, maybe, I haven’t decided yet

but the important part is the phone in your hand
which will be bagged for evidence
by the local police department who will contact me
because after all these years
I was the person you ended up texting
at the end of your life, you will think of me

and I will say, sorry
I don’t understand Russian
What is this, some sort of a scam
no, I don’t want your prince’s money
in a lump sum and I wont give you my information
and I will hang up on them even though they said your name
it will have been too heavily accented
and too far lost by then for me to comprehend


A Careful Measurement

It’s all I can do since you stopped writing to me
to recreate your image in a story
in which you are as tall as you ever were
and as sleek with the same bushy hair
but I’ve added some embarrassing skin afflictions

you are trotting across a country road in the rain
and to my credit, I don’t let any cars hit you
there is nothing but thunder and lightning
striking through the gravy of a sky
with the consistency of porridge
I have surrounded you with this setting
as a suffocating, lonely blanket
the mud staining the bottom of your skirts
and all the cows and horses in hiding
somewhere warmer than you will be able to find
until several chapters later
the scene is lumpy gray with mud and clouds
both splashing and infuriated
then, as you are running, your heel breaks

that is exactly how much I hate you today

On private bad thoughts: a blog to read with a grain of salt

An honest to god black lab puppy

Mouthed the glasses off my face

When I leaned down to pet him

First thing this morning

He seemed very proud of himself

As he ran off to investigate them in the bushes

His owner apologized profusely

While I was laughing, then asking

My god, congratulations–what a blessing he is! Do you live around here? Can my dog and I see you again?

She said yes and we exchanged information

I am writing to paint a picture

For my readers of my everyday life and demeaner

My poetry is heavy

But it’s just the vitriol that was implanted when I was very young

Draining from my blood stream

Debriefing/Warning: How I made each of my enemies [local edition]

  1. She bred rats in our kitchen with her nasty habits, poured bleach on them in a cruel attempt to eradicate the infestation, and screamed at me like a banshee because she thought i left the door open (even after the landlord vouched for me that the door was broken)
  2. He pretended he didn’t have a girlfriend and pursued me relentlessly -I also found out from some other local ladies that he has a history of doing this and some other disgusting secrets
  3. He made an offensive joke at my expense and then tried to force me to delete my poetry so i wouldn’t tarnish his precious reputation. He also said a disgusting sentence that would cause any woman to hate him, and he probably doesn’t even know which, but I do and I will tell on him.
  4. He flipped out because I rejected him, and our history causes me to panic and regress. He also said a disgusting sentence that would cause any woman to hate him, and he probably doesn’t even remember it. But I do, and I will tell on him.
  5. He forced himself on me in a way that was particularly disgusting. He also lied to me about his extensive criminal history. I could probably get him arrested just for being in the country.
  6. He weaseled his way into the feminist community to try and score chicks, and when i called him out on it, several feminists defended him and i looked like a dick even though i know from the way he treated me and by his own admission that he is not a fucking feminist

and writing this has caused me to have a panic attack. if any of you come near me again, i will tell everyone your dirty little secrets. And you can tell them that i have issues with men, which everyone is aware of already, and that I’m an alcoholic, which everyone is aware of already, and by the way, I quit drinking.

don’t come near me again.


had i told someone what was happening to me when i was being abused, it probably would have stopped. My years of keeping my mouth shut are over.

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Noted: If the woman’s head is cut off in the picture, that was unintentional. I do not condone cutting off women’s heads.

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Alphabet of Scars

Acne, Abandonment issues, Alcoholism (cured/dormant), Avoidance symptoms, Anxiety, Agoraphobia (intermittent)

Bulimia (cured/dormant)

“Cunt,” Cigarette burns

“Dyke,” Delusions, the need to be prescribed Demerol for gynecological exams, Dysfunctional coping mechanisms, Depression

Eggs (all rotten…?)

Flight/Fight/Freeze response, Fetishism, “Fearfulness” (symptoms of)

Gynecologist (fear of)

Hindsight (not at all 20/20)

Infidelity, Infertility, Insecurity

J_ _ _ _  (a name)

Knees (completely scarred over)

Love (fear of)

Motor vehicle accident, Men (fear of)

Nausea (related to stress), Nightmares


Pregnancy (fear of), Panic attacks, Paranoia, Psoriasis (related to stress)

Qualms (frequent and unfounded)


Sexual dysfunction (cured/dormant), Sobriety (mandated), Shingles (related to stress), Stress (unfounded)

Trauma, Triggered (to a life limiting extent)

Uncontrollable fits of rage

Vacant expression

Wrist, “Whore”

Xerox machine (violence against)

Yellowed fingers, Years left unspoken about

Zealotry, Zoning out (as a coping mechanism)