JOURNAL

I can almost tell the difference between Little Walter and my dad.

I can almost tell the difference between Little Walter and my dad.

Jane Dorn
Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain from you your all.
— Charles Bukowski
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If I was Julie Andrews, fresh cut bangs that aren’t crooked and free would’ve been thrown in that My Favorite Things song. 

Jane Dorn
Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because – because – I don’t know how to say it.
A day is long.
— Pablo Neruda
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Unhinged

I flew apart when you left.

Not when your suitcase clenched its teeth
(damn that wide, black grin)
or when those silver-toed hooves galloped down my stairs
or during thank you
or hugging you tight
or while I stood on the sidewalk in my socks
and didn’t blink
until the two of you were out of sight.

Bones slipped
skin stretched
doors hit the floor
later
when I spied that one green bean
in the kitchen sink.


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