Some Antics

Excerpt

Excerpt from Looking for Alaska by John Green

who said it gets easier?

They lied.

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the Wishing

I had no idea that thirteen could feel sexy,

until you caught me staring at your breasts

and insisted I try on your red lace push-up bra,

then swiftly slipped out of hooks and straps
as I reached out a giddy hand, averting my eyes, but not really.

I don’t know if I was more embarrassed by your immodesty,

your bare nipples, or my cherry-tannined flush.

Regardless, I brazened it out, and fingered the soft fabric,

still warm from your skin,

silently applauding the wondrous potential it embodied,

then slid into hooks and straps
and stood profile in my bedroom mirror.

Enamored with their fuller shape,
pressing gently at the suggestion of cleavage,

I remember slowly approaching my reflection,
until I could feel the breath of my own image,

while you made fun of my “mirror face”
(that theatrical pursing of lips,
head tilted slightly back,

eyes narrowing into invitations).

Ah, the things we suddenly know how to do,
by virtue of red lace and an audience.

(by Andrew Pearce “The Wishing”)

funny how…

…but I managed to run into you yesterday while in a shambolic state of post-workout disarray. That is to say, an utter sweat-festival. But it’s not about looks, right? RIGHT?

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nature maker

Live in the sunshine, swim in the sea, drink the wild air.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

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Sugar

Brilliant musician and friend, Connie Lim … magic maker.

dripping with you

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That Winter

you could fold into drifts so deep
there was no breath,
only the startling brightness
of color-leached snow.

And if you had stayed,
you would have become something
as irretrievable as the ache between
your legs the first time,
fleeting as the shudder
remembering brings.

That winter you could die
into those drifts, in the snow
not yet stained with exhaust –
an unlit cigarette’s too-white color
before it’s passed from hand to hand
collecting an ink smudge, a nail impression, grease.

Sunlight lies in long angles,
and I keep quiet
feeling my blue-veined flesh,
only less,

as if it were your body
then the weight of it in dreams,
a slow-motion blinking before you
folded into countless undulating perceptions,

finally irretrievable.

(photo by Ashley McCue “Alone”)

I dare say…

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today, i noticed you.