i loveyouloveyou

January 19, 2010



rock bottom

October 14, 2009

(her name) found levity at the bottom of a bottle and now she sees its time to cut the threads – however mystical and lovely they may be – release and move on. But today is not that day. And every day I keep begging the warden for one more unjust reprieve from all the things I write for the better man who never gave excuses and never asked me to be rock bottom.

i am happy.

June 9, 2009

to the person who found this blog searching “Amelie I know you’re feeling happy,” rest assurred, dear searcher, your hunch is correct.


June 8, 2009

Until, one winter day, a sly wind blew in from the North.

to clyde

May 20, 2009

Dear you,

Are you receiving my transmissions from outerspace? Is your radio dialed in? I hate mustaches too! I’d consider eating asparagus with you. And even though I’d never throw the monopoly game so you can win, I’d happily help you heist the the monopoly bank and let you call me Bonnie.


I no longer love you.
I realized today.
In a station of the metro
you were just another flippant conversation about untimely weather
as a cello played somewhere in the distance.

winter song.

May 13, 2009

I’m writing you nightly notes, these days
the ghost of Bukowski on one shoulder
Williams on the other
the room smelling faintly of soap and gin.

By the end of the night we’re all the same
punchdrunk on words running off the page
dripping, pooling – faster and faster
puddling between the shotglasses and spectacles
trying our best not to think about
the plums in the icebox
you were saving
for breakfast
as we kneel
before the tigers
who will not let us be.

The lights go on,
I tremble
as white petals, adjectives, and applause cascade to the floor
before we stand before all of Rome before the fall of Rome.

The gates raise
expostulation gives way to acquiescence
beside me I hear William’s faintest sigh
and Chuck brazenly announces
“At last
the tigers have found us
and we do not care.”