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Roads may be icy.I woke up with a tingling fleeting procaine feeling, the way I imagine slipping beneath sheets of thin ice, drifting and looking up
through the frozen window pane
to see the axe swing down in slow motion.
That morning the sky poured rain and birds that fell and crumbled and died
on your windshield.
I was supposed to say goodbye, something witty and articulate, but all I could do was
allow gravity to hold me to the ground and think that if
I put a pencil to paper I could sketch the whirl-wind
print of your fingertips Roads may be icy.
by *MarieHolly

Cardio.Each octopus has three hearts, two to pump blood to the gills, another to pump
to the rest of the body.
That's efficient, he says. But I say it's only so if someone
breaks their heart,
they've got two more tries to get it right.
Lying on our backs on the floor, we talk about us and marine life and nothing, and I let my hands wander,
let them do the talking, say the more important things.
He used to run marathons, cross country, long distance. Everyone asks if he's had knee surgery, but the truth is one night
he Cardio.
by *MarieHolly

Forecast.We fall asleep to the sound of the rain, barking dogs in the distance, love sick crickets and late night reruns through window screens.
In my dreams it seems he's always gone, and I scratch at my eyes, pry open the lids with pale claws that used to be my hands.
I wake with a start and reach for him, these days I'm always reaching for him, touch his shoulder in the dark
and tell him to listen, baby, listen 'cause the sky is falling down. but he kisses my forehead, tells me it was just a dream and his body melts into mine, Forecast.
by *MarieHolly

grasping at water.find a safe place to pull over, darling. I've got motion sickness from all this constant spinning spinning spinning
Hold your nose, hold your breath
close your eyes, darling. because statistics tell me we can only dodge so many bullets before our luck runs out.
run from the car to the pavement to the water and swim as fast as you can with one hand, for I'll always be clutching the other
and if you love me you'll keep trying and now your mouth is moving. I can't hear your voice
through all this mess but the b grasping at water.
by *MarieHolly

Message in the Sand.The barbs of a jumping cholla cactus
swell once they breach
the surface of your skin and hold tight, making them seemingly impossible to remove.
Yeah, loving you is something like that.
and missing you is like crawling across a blazing desert on my hands and knees, the heat of the grains of sand burning my palms 'til they bleed,
biting into a cactus, searching for water
but getting stuck with thorns in my gums, between my teeth.
and frankly,
needing you
is so much worse.
scorching.
&n Message in the Sand.
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piece it together.i collect books and reptiles glasses stained blue and sea weed and reasons to love him but i could never
ever have too many of those.
they say to cherish your childhood because once it's gone you can never get it back not even a piece
but i say they're wrong as i rushed headlong
twenty one years just to fall in love with someone who smells like my childhood
like freshly cut grass and trips to the ocean drops of chlorine pool water air drying on tanned skin
while the sun sets
and i may have forg piece it together.
by *MarieHolly

Migrating Home."Eels will almost always return to the place they were born- they lay their eggs and then, almost always, they die."
It's true, it's legit. And I handed him the text so he could see for himself. And he said, "I can't"
"You can't read?"
"No." But I know he meant
that he could't read me.
And it's not in the index, it can't be found in the glossary of any book, but it's a fact that at some point You and I
won't come along so easily,
that the concept of Us is just
so much more complex than we thou Migrating Home.
by *MarieHolly

Disambiguation.You're my sleep paralysis.
And I'd know your voice anywhere, like the silence of snowfall, a hopeful breeze rushing
through rusty windchimes, the echo of aortic hemorrhage
and the undefinable timbre    of sharks grinding double rows of razor-teeth
I can tell you now, that dying feels like hope and terror
that release is being half-asleep
when your warm hand
reaches out
and closes a fist over mine
my body is no longer listening
but my mind is screaming for you
and I know
that you
Disambiguation.
by *MarieHolly

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Journal Entry: Wed Jun 3, 2009, 7:22 PM

in approximately 18 hours and 15 minutes I'll be flying
from the bottom of california to the top of michigan.

i've never been to michigan,
and compared to the heat of palm springs
i'm sure i'll freeze my ass off, even in june
but the boy lives there
and is waiting for me,
so i guess i love it already.

wish me luck, chickadees.

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Reading: the tortilla curtain
Eating: crunch wrap
Drinking: dr pepper

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Current Residence: Southern California.
Interests: Rain, aquariums, greentea icecream, science fiction, long drives, AnimalPlanet & Travel Channel
Favourite movie: Atonement made me cry like a baby.
Favourite genre of music: How could I choose just one?
Favourite poet or writer: Palahniuk, Bukowski, Janet Fitch
Shell of choice: Sea
Favourite game: Monopoly. Sims 2
Tools of the Trade: My dazzling wit, of course.