Comments Posted By gia.mfgon
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second self… fuck i wish i had a second self. then my second self could do things like work and weed and hoe and i could live in an old house on a cliff in ireland and kidnap a nice smart boy who loves me!!!!!!!!
» Posted By gia.mfgon On 06.27.2013 @ 2:07 pm
little locket baby, gold and hinged…. uncurling, fetal, stacked and tucked neatly in the womb, in swaddling clothes, in old laundry, green leaves. my hand rests on my right breast… i’m a mother…
» Posted By gia.mfgon On 04.27.2013 @ 2:11 pm
deep holes pockets, the insides of shoes, shoe trees.. dark dank sleepy. i’m a swaddled baby. i’m in a hole. i’m covered in dirt. i’m digging upward like houdini barely escaping that horrid “magic trick.” up up up
» Posted By gia.mfgon On 04.21.2013 @ 8:41 am
dusty white chalkboard baby. even teachers learn to howl. one two, drenched in glue, in oil, in soaps, in massage lotions. green angry paws, blackberry feet. i’m a mess, you’re a mess. the worst is when you try to hide it.
» Posted By gia.mfgon On 04.06.2013 @ 8:13 pm
like trembling tentacles latching up around the ankle. a soupy way, the call of death, of beauty, of permanence; age, wisdom, and overbearing attachment
» Posted By gia.mfgon On 04.04.2013 @ 1:55 pm
crossing your toes over the other, one hand on the phone, the other clutching at the hem of your shirt. the louder you talk, the more convincing you become. remain aggressive–
» Posted By gia.mfgon On 04.01.2013 @ 5:59 pm
spotted, green, and itchy…. the solemn, stricken, pale man… lying in simple contrast
» Posted By gia.mfgon On 03.30.2013 @ 3:27 pm
like 3 million tiny arrows diverging, unstoppable and solid and gliding smoothly forward. jesus. worse than a firing squad. we all know how this will end. the worst though is waiting for that last blow–
» Posted By gia.mfgon On 03.26.2013 @ 6:03 pm
gold neon fluorescent like a blinking bead in the center of your forehead, or swirling like a mixed storm at the floor of girls’ stomachs, or hairs at the napes of necks, forearms, and legs, extended and upright
» Posted By gia.mfgon On 03.21.2013 @ 6:34 pm
like a hand-job underneath the tablecloth, sneaking into the back room; crossing your fingers behind your back, writing the answers on the table.
» Posted By gia.mfgon On 03.17.2013 @ 10:39 am
bold and grotesque as a traffic guard’s vest, birds of paradise, parades… i can’t be too surprised the way words slip over the rim of your lips and off your tongue
» Posted By gia.mfgon On 03.15.2013 @ 5:39 pm
thinking of crouching at your feet, all haunches, knees, and elbowy love. i could be a cat. or a fireplace, listen, i want to go further with you and speak even of the future, the past–
» Posted By gia.mfgon On 03.11.2013 @ 6:52 pm
strange coincidence. received a poem with “withered” in its title in my inbox this morning. strange coincidence, strange intersection. blooming like a flaming car accident.
» Posted By gia.mfgon On 03.10.2013 @ 2:32 pm
the letter, old and almost too precise, too picturesque, like a 6th grade tea stained school project: “A Letter from John to Abigail Adams.”
» Posted By gia.mfgon On 03.07.2013 @ 7:46 pm
tall pillars. the oil paint strokes in luscious curls and waves up and down the canvas. the sad maiden in chains, eyes heaven bound, hands poetic in their recognizance
» Posted By gia.mfgon On 03.05.2013 @ 11:36 pm
soft and fleshy like an inner thigh… red meat, suckling child, birth canals… blooming skin and raw.
» Posted By gia.mfgon On 03.04.2013 @ 5:13 pm
how to. again. and again. again. again. still and perfectly poised, heads raised like little ballerinas at the guillotine. this is how we do things. this is how we learn. think long and hard. you’re a grown-up now.
» Posted By gia.mfgon On 03.02.2013 @ 7:24 pm
she’s pretty in an unaffected way. motions to the ground beside her. he is tall. holds his breath. looks ahead. it’s hard.
» Posted By gia.mfgon On 02.26.2013 @ 3:47 pm
ornate baroque moulding on the ceiling, the walls… the gold leaf on the spoons did nothing to calm my nerves or my growing sense of inferiority
» Posted By gia.mfgon On 02.25.2013 @ 7:48 am
(( the nuances of texting! ))
» Posted By gia.mfgon On 12.30.2012 @ 7:23 pm
retrieved your fingers dark moist and sticky then turned and collapsed neck cradled like a little ergonomic pillow. soil burrows into your tiny curls like ants
» Posted By gia.mfgon On 12.29.2012 @ 6:57 am
dark blue looming– IKEA surrounded by derelict warehouses– & worn vintage
» Posted By gia.mfgon On 11.23.2012 @ 6:15 pm
when we pass we have to avert my eyes, this is what we do now. i don’t like the way we tried to remodel by painting the walls a lime green. the fluorescent lighting never changed. now you are lit from above, your eyes your cheeks pockmarked and contoured by strange shadow
» Posted By gia.mfgon On 11.21.2012 @ 7:17 pm
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the way she plays her violin her bow moves like through water thick and controlled.. i always thought, like drawing water out of a stone, pulling steady and smooth…
» Posted By gia.mfgon On 11.11.2012 @ 4:10 pm