Tag Archives: the block

Atkins is for sissies who can’t hold their tagliatelle

I lost something along the way.

I am going to find it again.

Would you like to join me?

I’m bringing *spaghetti back.

*of the Electric variety.

A big bad block, but there’s always a poem

Dew says it so perfectly dewish here.

Context: My brain is, again, stubborn lint and my words have left me for someone skinnier with perfectly tweezed eyebrows.

When I’m feeling particularly useless, I type random words into my Gmail search and read the regurgitated chat archives. It was April 10, 2006 and Sg33k had sent that very first email. I bounced this off of a friend and said, “He seems literate” (ya, Miss-fucking-pretentious was I). That throw-away line was a little piece of flint, and while it’s not going to burn down the house, at least it gave off a bit of smoke today.

“He seems literate”

Famous first words.

Before clever funny words

And what are we words

And I think this is going somewhere words

And when are you going to words

And then I Do words

Into pet words

And silly words

No words

Never angry words

Just grateful words

Just “I am so fucking lucky” words

Thank God words

And when I have no words

He brings words

To write this story.

To sleep…

… perchance to wake with words.

Afrigator