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Each day you get up as quickly as possible. Most people are also quick during their routines and interactions with each other. Contact with others is generally quick also as people do not normally interact with each other like they used to. Quick is not always the best route in life to take.
» Posted By Roberta On 01.17.2019 @ 12:09 pm
i guess i see it now. i see how i wanted to change you with love. but i forgot about my own welfare. i forgot to care for me.
» Posted By roberta On 04.11.2013 @ 10:53 am
are there worst plague in the world?
» Posted By roberta On 03.30.2013 @ 2:12 pm
i tuoi occhi.
il tuo sorriso.
i tuoi capelli.
del colore del grano.
» Posted By roberta On 03.30.2013 @ 6:46 am
your hair of wheat.
golden falling into your face, smiling face.
your smile, the colour of wheat.
» Posted By roberta On 03.30.2013 @ 6:41 am
» Posted By Roberta On 03.05.2012 @ 8:35 am
slouching beside you in that booth, flipping your arm over, you tell me before i even see the fault: a scar across your wrist. looked like you were trying to kill yourself. a piece of glass–an accident–and i’m kissing you now in your car, snowing, waiting for my own car to warm.
» Posted By roberta On 12.18.2011 @ 11:57 am
what an odd mix to come across. and now, now it all makes sense: a hiding, a blending, a weird shade here and there. i excused you, and when i didn’t anymore(when i wore out) you left because you couldn’t hide those ugly, ugly truths.
» Posted By roberta On 12.13.2011 @ 7:19 pm
On my wedding day I dove into my gown.
Shannon cheered me on. Mom zipped me up. I was giddy with joy. But also nervous about marriage. After being so certain it all seemed so fast and tentative and was this really what I wanted to do? Then my sisters helped me go to the bathroom in my poofy dress and I remembered I was loved.
» Posted By roberta On 12.11.2011 @ 6:32 pm
and even though i’m bundled, feeling trapped and childlike–a puffy coat, mittens half-out of full pockets, a scarf to the chin–even though i can barely move, the view still widens.
» Posted By roberta On 12.10.2011 @ 7:59 am
i sat the apple cider on the edge and with a smile absolutely insisted that you take it. the topic was harsh but warm in the end, and we got through.
» Posted By roberta On 10.03.2011 @ 10:29 am
flecks of color bumps on the windshield grab my attention, and the music is so, so loud. we wiggle in our seats in a silly, no-regret way. dancing with you always brightens me. i’ll probably never ever say no when you ask to go out for ice cream. i don’t even care that i romanticize most every little moment.
» Posted By roberta On 09.30.2011 @ 12:34 pm
“room for cream, please,”
you half whisper
and i stop fumbling for the lid
and we talk briefly
about poetry, ’cause i’m leafing through some
you mention taking a class
i say we should together
always seem less
» Posted By roberta On 09.29.2011 @ 12:17 pm
snot dripped out his nose and we all shrieked, running away. he would throw his hands up and growl as we ran under the wooden structures. i think we were really sort of scared. i really do.
» Posted By roberta On 09.27.2011 @ 12:25 pm
i’ll give, give, give and find the nearness of reaching out.
» Posted By roberta On 09.15.2011 @ 12:42 pm
such a mystery, the way you nonchalantly asked me to that bar. your roommate joked about coke being available–2010 vintage on tap. i was 20 and if you only knew me. i was so uncomfortable. shifting, bumping your knee, declining.
» Posted By roberta On 09.08.2011 @ 12:30 pm
sprinkling them around
compliments that is.
as common as the salt on the snowy street
part of me wanted to be taken away
by kind words, by warm glances
the world always seemed slower while it snowed in cleveland
and of course i was with you
» Posted By roberta On 09.02.2011 @ 5:48 pm
his reaction was so pronounced
anger and hurt
for the rules of this new honesty
and telling him all of it was like
munching on a hunk of salt
worked myself up
and it was just as painful as anticipated
» Posted By roberta On 09.02.2011 @ 2:12 pm
like a sponge, i think–lunges glued with all the tar. & unhinged from all things i expected, i don’t seem to care. i take a deeper breath this time & sputter and cough. so dizzy. i’ve cursed more the past two weeks than in my entire lifetime. what now?
» Posted By roberta On 09.01.2011 @ 7:28 pm
because i was afraid of being at a 9-5 desk job, wasting away and maybe then getting married and having a kid and building a fence and then cleaning, cleaning, cleaning. i can only see the progression as tragic. i dream of mobility, not necessarily stability.
» Posted By roberta On 08.27.2011 @ 8:24 pm
you know that really excellent moment in the car when you get all sorts of comfortable, slightly singing with the music, slightly thinking about something or someone, slightly tapping the wheel? well i was there and then BOOM, so was the stupid deer.
» Posted By roberta On 08.18.2011 @ 3:07 pm
i’m so tired of locks without keys and famously i get so distracted. life is grand when it has meaning and sometimes i buy into the lie, that terribly tempting lie that everything will be okay if i have a job where i’m not trapped. and then i feel guilty because even though my talents aren’t recognized (me, me me!) what does that matter? people are actually physically dying of hunger, and all that’s dying on me is my pride. it’s a mess to think about broadly, because i want to be justified so badly in feeling what i do.
» Posted By roberta On 08.05.2011 @ 8:28 pm
today i was told i’d be the manager. i want to laugh and cry and pray. that’s my reaction.
» Posted By roberta On 08.04.2011 @ 7:44 pm
her name was marissa and the roots of her hair never seemed to match the ends. we all made fun of her. after all, she wore a c cup in the fourth grade. i wish i could go back so i could write about her differently now.
» Posted By roberta On 08.01.2011 @ 11:46 am
because i got that letter
2 years after you decided to not talk
so raw and sincere
i saw flesh and muscle where before i saw
only a skeleton
» Posted By roberta On 07.24.2011 @ 5:35 am
» Posted By roberta On 07.16.2011 @ 9:49 am
the january-iced parking lot was a great place to grab my hand. in the other you nonchalantly smoked and turned very carefully to avoid getting smoke in my eyes. i loved you then, and held on very dearly. i hope now i’ll let go.
» Posted By roberta On 07.15.2011 @ 2:16 pm
it consumed her as she saw them acting so saccharine, so fake. and there was the slapdash catching up, hurried bits about jobs and housework and hobbies. she judged them with every evasion of the inexcusable truth, the truth about them leaving without telling her goodbye. bitterness was the plague, and she knew it was about to infect her entire outlook if she didn’t let go.
» Posted By roberta On 07.12.2011 @ 8:42 pm
that climbing, building, steady moving forward in a song, right before things break, right before the catchy chorus, right before the best part, is sometimes just as lovely as getting there. i won’t give up expecting for fear.
» Posted By roberta On 07.09.2011 @ 7:40 pm
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hey there, i saw you throw in the dish towel. the truth is, there are much more important things in life to fuss about; i’ll gladly do the dishes with you.
» Posted By roberta On 07.08.2011 @ 8:28 pm