Diagnoses

Reasons #161 Through #168 Life Works.

In Diagnoses, Humans, Paroxysm, Reckonings on 5 May 2010 tagged I'm not kidding, life works, really it does with 3 comments

At three thirty, two hours before I am due home, my desk partner begins investigating a strange smell emanating from his backpack. We are in Math class, and I am finding it difficult to pay attention to functions when he’s got the bag on the table, and his entire upper body stuck in it.
After a [...]

Men Are From Mars, Persimmons Are From Japan.

In Brain Functions, Diagnoses on 15 January 2010 tagged girls, octopus ink stains, persimmon, rebellion with 7 comments

Each and every girl thinks she is the first to invent rebellion, the first anarchist Eve. She is the first to force open a basement window with a crowbar, the first to act for the superlative language of attachment. She is the first to hold up the tissue of intentions up to the light and [...]

Unnamed #6.

In Diagnoses on 6 January 2010 tagged boy girl, love, pretending I can write, sorta with 7 comments

He has tied the dog’s lead to the door handle of the Videorado. The dog, shimming up to the soda machine, keeps a colorblind eye on his master through the plexiglass. The room itself is unremarkable to the animal, who looks into the store with the sole purpose of safe guarding the boy. Watching over [...]

Oh, I Don’t Even Know.

In Diagnoses on 1 November 2009 tagged dying, jellyfish, not love, sea with 2 comments

We, nimble fingered, smelling of bay leaf and soapstone. We, ignoring the space where Pangaea breathes into Panthalassa, sea-sky becoming indistinguishable, bred into confusion and birds cooing upside-down. Cutting hair with dirty kitchen scissors. Taking bikes and going and going, not really wondering when we should turn back.
I wrote you an opera once, a sort [...]

Unnamed #5.

In Beloved, Brain Functions, Diagnoses on 12 October 2009 tagged Beloved, breaking, human with no comments

You look for answers like I’d look for a lost earring: on your knees, hands splayed across the linoleum, grabbing everyone you encounter by their collars, have you seen it? have you seen it? it’s small and I’m sure I’ve lost it, oh I hope I haven’t, I hope I haven’t, have you seen it?
Watching [...]

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In Diagnoses on 1 February 2009 with Enter your password to view comments

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On Cliques, Or, I Read Too Much Of The Scientific Method In The Third Grade. And Not Enough Edgar Allen Poe.

In Diagnoses on 19 January 2009 with 3 comments

In the third grade it became very clear to me that high schoolers were completely insane. I’d walk down the hallways, books pressed to my chest, sticking close to the lockers, watching. How could there be so many of them? And all so different? But not in the good way, not in the way I [...]