Haiku
I.
I wanted to say
the absence of you wakes me
from my too still dreams
II.
And reaching for you
is like trying to catch smoke
with a deep sea net
III.
Within damp visions
I’m swimming wearing lead
Sinking without breath
IV.
Drowning within sheets
Missing your solid clasp, gone
Miles before my sleep
I was dreaming something… fully asleep.
I reached over for you.
The empty space there, a crumple of sheets & pillow only.
That. That absence of you near, woke me up.
Today I’m getting my very own hoop from Vera!
Right after lunch we’re I’m going to meet up with the Bay Area Hoopers and hang out in the park and swivvle them me hips all erotic! (Ok, not really erotic. After last thursday’s foray at hooping in a club, I’m scared of myself – I’m a self confessed bad hooper. Runa-away-hooop? That’s probably me who hit you in the leg or head)
Still fun!
Hooping!
Mischief!
And YES! I’ll be wearing my new “I Will Not Love You Long Time” Tanktop!
My brain is swimming in Jello.
Curry Buttersauce on Beef is tasty.
Hanging with younger men is kinda fun.
I need a 2 hour nap.
Into my left hand
I carved your name.
Nail to palm, pausing at the wrist
Vein quietly beneath the skin
Leading to the source of my affection
The lines curved naturally
and arose soft, in welcome
to the presence of you there
in thought and memory.
I rubbed the scratch
valley and hill,
callous and knuckle
against each other
warm in a wish and whisper
your love gliding between
soft like almond oil.
Blowing a kiss there
In the cup of my fingers
Intentions only sweet.
To hold me over
Hands clasped quietly in devotion
Till next we meet.
Kissing Bandit: Sunnavabiyotch
Moi: What Now?
Kissing Bandit: I’m cursed.
Moi: How do you figure this time?
Kissing Bandit: The guy I was supposed to have lunch with?
Moi: Yeah…the cute guy with power chi & muscles & fun hair?
Kissing Bandit: Yeah.
Moi: What happened?
Kissing Bandit: The Pox.
Moi: What?!
Kissing Bandit: Chicken Pox.
Moi: You’re kidding me.
Kissing Bandit: Yeah.
Moi: Some things just weren’t meant to be.
Kissing Bandit: I may as well pick out a dozen cats and some knitting needles now to start my career as an embittered, old, crazy lady.
Moi: You’re already embittered. Crazy. And yes Old.
Kissing Bandit: Fuck You.
Moi: Whatever Mrs. Crabcakes.
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Distance not a factor!
Confrontation with a friend planning on driving. After drinking. Too much.
“Your keys or your nose”
“What?”
“Fine. I’ll ask again. Your keys or your nose.”
“Girl you ain’t taking my keys.”
(fierce punch to the nose. slow motion. blood splattering the front of his shirt”.
“Next time, I’ll only ask once.”
“I’m a vegetarian….but I eat pussy”
“What?”
“You heard me. I’m a vegetarion but I eat pussy.”
“Do you frequently run into really stupid vegetarian chicks who buy that as a pick up line?”
“…”
“Yeah I thought so.”
Today, I am tink-ing how nice to be in America.
America habba good pee-po, job-uh opportunitee, anduh education that not so hard to getting in college like odder country.
I am tink-ing how nice. My family in one generation go from pumping da gas to habing one car eachuh. Never worry about not habing no home. At least now.
And in America, it’s ok to voting whomever you wanting to voting. Not so bad ting. And maybe many pee-po not understanding how important ting dat is.
Caripornia Gubaner rasuh going to be berry interesting dat dis year I am ting-king.
You no tinking dat too? Watsah mattah you?
(FYI: WhatsamattaU is the university that Bullwinkle went to.)
Anyway.
I am now tinkin that I canna…can notuh…waiting for my shirsuh to come.
We were sitting here.
Across the table from each other and I kept on tapping my finger against the coffee saucer. Something about that smooth laquer and the way it curved beneath my finger tips was just right.
You put butter and apricot preserves on your toast and couldn’t look me in the eye. I wanted you to look up at me but it didn’t happen. You made your avoidance of my eyes seem natural. Inconsequential. I tried to ignore it, but recognizing that avoidance somehow gave it more substance and like a mist that turns into torrents, it became real and harsh.
The story you were telling me was of… a young boy. Maybe it was you. 14 stitches across the bottom of his foot because he’d kicked a can and somehow slipped. One tooth still slighlty chipped from that fall and you consider it a charming accent to an otherwise ordinary face.
The waitress poured me a fresh cup of coffee.
You leaned in because you, like me, love the visual of the initial bloom created by real cream in black coffee. I once told you that I thought I had a universe in my coffee cup. You said that you weren’t surprised because I behaved with the quaint madness that comes from sipping stars.
I said: And how would you describe him?
He Said:He has a desperate heart with an appetitite for pain. Doesn’t like himself very much and enjoys tragedy over mediocrity.
I said: And her?
He Said: Methodical. Robotic. Brittle. She will age poorly because she refuses to smile. Was likely forced to take care of siblings when a child herself. She will make a man weep for days and will not feel mercy or sympathy for him.
I said: Really.
He Said:Yeah.
I said: And this evaluation is what you’ve garnered all while waiting for ketsup in the drive through?
He Said:Yup.
I said: You must come here a lot.
Moi: I don’t understand how some folks don’t get it.
Kissing Bandit: What?
Moi: The notion of being fetishized and how that’s offensive.
Kissing Bandit: Really? Let me guess who doesn’t get it. Straight White Men.
Moi: Bingo.
Kissing Bandit: Hey man, at least the gay community owns up to it’s rice queens, bean queens and etc.
Moi: That still doesn’t make it right.
Kissing Bandit: If you don’t mind then it shouldn’t.
Moi: And if you *do* mind then that makes you a hard nosed bitch?
Kissing Bandit: No. Just a woman who has taste.
Moi: That’s fucking brilliant.
Kissing Bandit: From one who’s been adored and/or fetishized by a score of men from all continents, I should know.
Moi: So how do you tell the difference between the two?
Kissing Bandit: If they’re willing to date an ugly girl, but because she’s Asian they’ll “forego” conventional norms of attractiveness. Fetishist. If they want to date me because…well … who wouldn’t.
Moi: Like I said, how could you tell the …
Kissing Bandit: (punch in the arm) Bitch.
Moi: Sellout.
Kissing Bandit: What? If an Asian guy wants to buy me jewelry or cars. No big woop. If a white guy wants to buy me jewelry or cars. No big woop.
Moi: Right. That just makes you an equal opportunity whore.
Kissing Bandit: You know there’s just no winning with you.
Moi: And that’s why I’m still single.
Kissing Bandit: Here’s some double A’s to hold you over in the interim.
Moi: Bitch.
Kissing Bandit: Touche.
Crack wide open your ribs and be not afraid to say
Dear Universe.
Dear Life.
Dear Me.
I still love you.
Blowing a kiss into the skies.
Yes. For whatever reason, I feel… good.
Open, receptive, and bright with possibility.
“You know what’s great about the stars?”
“On a night like this. When you can’t see them. And the fog is all murky orange. You seek them out, but you can’t see them. But you can find lovely comfort in knowing they’re still there”
“It’s like God.”
“Yeah.”
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