Friday

hey little girl


last night i had a dream that i ordered rose ice cream. it was the most wonderful thing i had ever tasted, and i ate it on a school bus.

tomorrow i will write a story about two men who killed bats.

i am a graduate student, pursuing graduate studies. isn't that weird?

Monday

wowee

hey kitten in space is going to be in triplequick fiction, an awesome project by the folks at featherproof! thanks zach!

maybe i'll write more stories when i'm off. justin is so good at writing stories and plots and all that. and adam is so good at acoustic guitar! you probably already know that.

Sunday

"Funny," he said, looking toward the corner of the deck.

I had been putting Band-Aids on for no reason. I can't remember now. Something about people thinking I was injured, or just liking the feel of it and the perfect pulling-apart of the paper wrapper.

We used to bend paperclips around our front teeth and take turns sitting in the doll stroller, being the twin from school with cerebral palsy. We made fun of my brother wanting to be called by a girl's name. I touched the white of my eye with a pine needle.

"I used to chase you guys around all the time," he said.

"I thought you were angry with me," I said.

Friday

cherry

hey i wrote a story! i think we should call it, KITTEN IN SPACE. this is my first official story.

I had hoped I would never live to see the day. There is that feeling of familiarity. I remember my mother. She is in the new addition they put on the house, sitting in a wicker chair. The wicker is the color of my desk. There is a cushion on the wicker chair with flowers on it. Some kind of rose pattern, or dahlias. She is holding a kitten in the palm of one hand, with the other hand cupped to give it shelter during this time when it is more fetal than alive; more chick than kitten.

“He makes the c-shape, too,” she says.

“He makes a comma,” I imagine her to say.

I tried to hold a kitten up here once. It made me feel braver on the trip up, to have a living thing—something to watch over, even though it didn’t need me when it slept, which was most of the ride. It died within a couple of hours, but not from the pressure or oxygen as one would figure. I think the formula was too thick. It took those breaths she always called “angular” instead of “agonal,” and the kitten’s head on its crunchy little stalk lolled away from my neck.

I used to climb right from some surface dream back into my head, and wish that the downstairs noises were those of my mother—absently wiping the kitchen counter with a graying dishrag—not the dogs being fed in our rental apartment, our adulthood. The thought of her on summer vacation, making coffee and reading books by the great naturalists, would make me sick with despair.

Up here you can’t hear anything, of course. You wouldn’t believe how little surprise there is, and that’s the gore. It’s everything you’ve ever imagined it to be. It’s velvet, unraveling edgeless; to some, surely wondrous.

NOT CLEAR

Thursday

deet deet deet pcchhh dyoo deet deet deet

"I no come to hear about how horse dead an' cow fat"

jay has been listening to burning spear. research:

AGONY: the sensations felt during sex

BAFANG: a child who did not learn to walk the 1st 2-7 years.

BALD-HEAD: a straight person; one without dreadlocks; one who works for Babylon

BEENIE: little

BOASIN TONE: Swollen penis or testicles

BUMBA CLOT,
(TO GET) BUN: to have one's spouse or girl/boy-friend cheat on oneself, to be cheated out of something

BLOOD CLOT: curse word

CEASE & SEKKLE!: stop everything and relax!

CLOT: 1. cloth, an essential part of most Jamaican bad words, such as bumbo clot, rass clot, blood clot, etc. The essence of Jamaican cursing seems to be nastiness, rather than the blashemy or sexuality which is characteristic of the metropolitan countries; to hit or strike - from the verb "to clout"; literally means a used tampon

EVERYTING COOK & CURRY: all is well, all is taken care of

GAAN TO BED: an adverbial phrase; following a verb of liking or loving, it has a superlative meaning; Can be used in any context, such as "I love hafu yam gaan to bed!".

KISS ME NECK!: common exclamation of surprise.

PUM-PUM: a woman's genitals

SCIENTIST: occult practitioner

TOAST : (v.) - to rap or sing spontaneously over a dub track

gratuitous:

BOONOONOONOUS: Meaning wonderful.

historical:

"You KYAANT hav da CYAAN beef."

Tuesday

that they have in common



off, and jogging

well we read in atlantic city. did you know that monopoly was modeled after atlantic city? it smells like fish, AC. there is a huge feral cat colony and a handicapped hotel bathroom there.

on the way up in the car i wrote some monopoly poems. here they are:

Free Parking

Driving around to find a meter with money on it. Forced up and at 'em. A sheet on the middle seat. You had to be in control of the soda so that sand would get in it. Sand got between our teeth or at least that's how I remember it.

The Boot

Its elvin curve and relief.
It's benign, yet unapologetic, scampering singularly through your
housing developments and eminent domains.
Money is no object to the demure boot.
They use the rubber band from broccoli.
The boot wants out; doesn't want tactics;
wants a stump and a toadstool.

B&O Railroad

The guard walks over and squats onto one knee.
Guard: "I don't know what you think you're doing."
A kid climbs into a chained-off train car.
The roundhouse sounds like most museums.

Building

That they are constructed from wood.
That time has not plasticized as in the negative spaces and that spinny thing.
Kit-like, and kitchy when compartmentalized.
In the case of brass tokens, we hope you can make good choices.

Go to Jail

Stop this silliness.
Here, have a flat Coke.

The Scottie Dog

Why do they always look at the anus like that?

Oriental Ave.

Bill thought he was being politically correct. Cass was tired of it, this recollection with no regard for the way the last 50 years had actually happened, or altered the day's events. Her arthritic fingertips on the tabletop. The clicking ceiling fan. He grinned, Wrigley's gum clenched between his molars, mentioned his mother's ketchup sandwiches.

Electric Company

If one "Utility" is owned, rent is 4 times amount shown on dice.
If both "Utilities" are owned, we may be talking about the Constellation Energy Group. Good luck, chump, and budget billing. Rent from your sister. She feeds your cats. Do the stairs once a week.

Chance

TOOT!
Take a ride on the Reading.
Chance
TOOT!
Advance to St. Charles Place.
Your money matures.

Every morning you emerge from the comforter fetal and swollen. If you knew the pride I take in shepherding you into the world, as if otherwise you would remain perpetually in utero; calcify; wind up on the Discovery Channel having been happened upon by a witch doctor in some remote Casablancan village; or just keep sleeping. I get bored and stare.

The Iron



Timing of Buying and Trading

You can build or trade at any time, but etiquette suggests that such transactions occur only between the turns of other players.

Etiquette
If you see an opponent land on another player's property and the owner doesn't notice, it is in your best interest to say nothing.

Opponent
Other people playing the same game as you. The person you love most in the world. People you give money to when they need it, little boot, otter, dear one. People who pay you.

Maarvin Gaardens



The Color

As with the cadmium discrepancy, the 20-dollar-bill's matte finish differs from the board background. Mint and freshly minted. My laundry dampens barking dogs.

Hotels

I just wanted to go around a couple of times.
It's not the masculinity, but an inability to attend--
to strategy; tactics; long-term planning.
Also the potential to build on the reds and gentrify
until the color is not quite the right kind.

Saaint Jaames Plaace



Rich Uncle Pennybags

On the way from Bar Harbor to Halifax, my Dad disappeared into the ferry while we watched The Lion King even though we were too old. Another time he became a day trader, then a stamp collector, then a master gardener. Now he's putting in a pond. When he emerged, his eyes were all red.

Community Chest

I'd lay on 'em too, if I could.

Blues

Cerulean and shine interior, if that's not too painterly. Holders in shapes. Sky-like in the money; sky in Maryland over corn but not in Wyoming; not that green-y like in Utah. Foil exterior. This spaceship of a board game will teach you all you need to know about the economy and your family. Flat navy embossed lightly on paperboard betrays its making, and then on the boardwalk, back to true blue basics; welcome home. Vermont mist, Connecticut mist, Oriental missed the mark on the Deluxe Edition; it leans more toward purple when what I had in mind were rugs or even people.

Baltic Ave.

You were always my favorite.
The plum.
The sound.

Ventnor Ave.

Its proximity to other homonyms and lemon innards
The proximity of die-cast to the real deal,
as in what my bladder has in common with the thimble

I heard there are pools in every hotel.

The Way it Folds

Like a map; like something untethered; like the trick of leaves turning over in the weather. I hear the casino workers are on strike. I hear the firefighters did a bad thing. Cheat the fold; cut the teeth and fold the hand.

GO

Collect your salary. Direct deposit. A gift card to Target.
A kid's mom gives you a crystal candy dish. Etiquette demands that you write a thank-you note. Then the kid brings you Munchkins, then another thank-you note, margarita mix, thank you, all the fixins for an Italian dinner, thank you, thank you, a plant for Easter. Thank you. You watch the kid get fatter and fatter, watch her stutter not get any better. She is your favorite one.

The Money

You never use it all anyway.
This will be okay.