In two years I haven’t filled the ice cube tray
“Is twelve o’clock tomorrow, alright?”
Sitting on the computer chair I wait for them to leave my apartment
My slowly undoes itself
Possible renters wear shoes, t-shirts, pants
The poet doesn’t remember saying she wanted to write a three-sentence novel
I make a disc of ninety-five photos for a friend who just bailed on our moving plans
Lately I don’t haul ass and I'm tired of being alone
Gurgle is all that occurs to me or, I am lonely as hail
Movers, answer the phone at ten p.m. on a Sunday
Moochers sound better as lickplates
My selfishness extends to licking plates
Can I have a drag?
Are you finishing up your MFA?
ResponderBorrarGood god I am going to be glad to be done with grad. schoo1!
Hey Mark,
ResponderBorrarSo glad you still look at this meager blog--you and about 2 people, I'd guess. And yes, the powers that be are supposed to give me an MFA. I hope it turns up in the mail. I'm ready to be done too, but I am going to miss a lot of people here. Let's meet up on the East Coast, go swimming.
Missing the ocean,
Cheryl
Stick a fork in me, I'm done.
ResponderBorrarI don't know when I'll be back on the East Coast--am teaching this summer and Rachel has comps., etc. But if you are ever in NYC we should, uh go swimming...I think you can do that somewhere around here. There's a beach on my campus, actually, but I don't know if people swim in it. The water, that is.
It's hard to imagine being landlocked like that in Iowa. I guess though that isn't for much longer for you...
Hey Cheryl.
ResponderBorrarSo you're finishing up school soon? It'll be good to see you back in here in Boston.
Joe
thanks Joe, see you soon
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