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1. I will never wear contacts.
2. I have gone a year without brushing my hair, after which I brushed it once and then went another year.
3. I have had -what is still called- a soulpatch since 2002.
[from Harryette Mullen's "The Gene for Music"]
She listened to his lists and made her own in secret. A grocery list was necessary because he avoided buying food, preferring to spend cash on inessentials because they bought more satisfaction. “But you,” he told her, “are impossible to satisfy because you never seem to want, except to sleep and eat.” She lives in his house like a sleepy cat though once he joked he might pay to keep her here, because even a woman with no wants must have money to supply her needs.
He never seems to sleep or eat but lives on a mysterious energy source, adapted for life on her planet. That’s why she can’t laugh at his jokes, because humor is local. He was born far away but feels at home. Or he was born close to home but feels far from there now. Nothing touches him now except her hands, her mouth. He touches her hair. Her wet hair. He makes her a gift of his solitude. Solitude is something she misses. He takes hers with him when he leaves. She goes out for short walks, looking at sidewalks. He takes her to mountains and deserts. He seeks out old trees. They walk until she’s out of breath. “Chill,” he says, and she feels cold, suddenly noticing the air.
1. In the morning walking to work (one block away) I imagine getting hit by a car.
2. At night walking home from my parents (two blocks away) I imagine getting gunned down.
3. After work walking home I imagine playing with my sons.
The purpose of this post is to supplement my rather thin “About” page.
1. If you ask me how to spell a word I will jump to the difficult portion and spell that.
2. I currently subscribe to three magazines: Poetry Magazine, Sporting News, Wired. I only pay 25 bucks annually for the three of them.
3. I have a super-human sense smell when it comes to my hands; on a bad day I wash my hands 30+ times.