OBITUARY LIMERICK
Posted on June 15, 2009 - Filed Under The Marina Experiment | Leave a Comment
I once had a father named Abe
who treated me like a hot babe
he lecherously stared
while he photographed me bare
so my home felt like Abu Ghraib
SAIL ON SAIL ON SAILOR
Posted on June 14, 2009 - Filed Under The Marina Experiment | Leave a Comment
I have made a piece of art out of child abuse. Sorting and resorting and editing the facts that are the source of my fury and my grief. I imagined I was desensitized, but every time I go back, I find new shards.
I am not a victim or a survivor. I don’t identify with these [...]
MY BRAIN IS A RIOT
Posted on June 13, 2009 - Filed Under The Marina Experiment | Leave a Comment
I strain to get to a word. It is imprisoned by my skull no window through my eyes.
My mother had collapsed onto her bad hip and her hand was firmly clutching nothing. A gang of teenagers had broken into the house and raped her while she was holding a dollar bill and then the fireplace [...]
SEEKING ASYLUM
Posted on June 12, 2009 - Filed Under The Marina Experiment | Leave a Comment
I don’t know what that’s like.
to feel safe.
to be embraced with no genital intentions
just to feel cared for
to feel safe.
I don’t know what that’s like.
CHRISTMAS MEMORIES
Posted on June 11, 2009 - Filed Under The Marina Experiment | 3 Comments
I remember asking for a doll named Tiny Tiny Tears. I liked her because she cried “real tears,” the ad said. Santa told me that if I was very very good, and obeyed my father and my mother, I would get Tiny Tiny Tears next week. I never got Tiny Tiny Tears.
Read More..>>THE THOUGHT THAT DOESN’T COUNT
Posted on June 11, 2009 - Filed Under This Burns Me Up | 4 Comments
THE EMPTY PROMISE
If it is not within your power or honest desire to guarantee that a particular thing will happen, please don’t bestow me with your “good intentions.” I am gullible and hopeful and so easily disappointed.
Read More..>>YOU SHOULD
Posted on June 10, 2009 - Filed Under This Burns Me Up | Leave a Comment
I hate it when I hear it. If I want your advice I’ll ask for it. Don’t tell me what to do.
You should take another pill. You should eat less carbs. You should ask for more money. You should tell her how you feel. You should keep it to yourself. You should buy yourself a [...]
BONANZA!
Posted on June 9, 2009 - Filed Under Bright Ideas | 2 Comments
I have to be drunk to eat something that looks like a clitoris.
It was served nestled atop a shiny spiky black sea urchin shell, a fleshy Orange Julius hue, slimy and gelatinous. The spiced plum wine made eating it feel natural. I am not sure if it was delicious, although I expressed such to my [...]
NEW YORK EXPERIENCE
Posted on June 8, 2009 - Filed Under The Job Hunter | 1 Comment
I moved to Hollywood in 1992 and I couldn’t get anyone to hire me. The problem, they said, was that I only had New York experience.
Eventually I landed a job as a cocktail waitress at a strip club, where I met a Rumanian stripper. She wore pasties that she referred to as “pastries” and they [...]
PASSING A STONE
Posted on June 7, 2009 - Filed Under Human Foibles | 1 Comment
Breaking up. The pain was insufferable. But when I slowed down enough to scrape him off the bottom of my shoe it was like I’d taken a hundred pound dump. I felt fantastic! So much lighter! No more cramp in my gut!
In retrospect, what seemed so grueling was simply inconvenient. I was overwhelmed with choices. [...]
