"could have buried it but i didn't have a shovel."

hi. hello.

every woman has chin hair.
every woman has a mustache.
every woman has ass crack hair.
every woman has a treasure trail.
every woman has hairy areolas.


and it might get hot. it's up to you.
man, it might get hot.

series of lies #10: best ex-boyfriend of a roommate of mine

he started dating a new girl. i told my room mate that she was a homely girl who just learned how to put make up on last week
& i was playing earth wind & fire* on my iTunes and that is her ex-boyfriend's favorite band and when she asked me if it was in fact earth wind & fire playing i said,
no,
and she looked at me.

...
i just lied, i said.

i know, she grunted.

i don't wanna change it, i said. i changed it and we continued to do our homework. she drew a self portrait and i spent three hours planning my future.

*it is not earth wind & fire but if i said the actual band some things would make too much sense.

series of lies#9: by the by, lying after a lie

i felt i needed to take a step back and be responsible,
"i am not looking for a relationship." before this i had been grey, wishy-
washy and probably. yes, not probably. certainly living on
the fiction of friendships, the curtails of doubt and hope
and he said, "we shall see."

no, we shall not see, i said, setting that beer down.
waves of displeasing inebriation could not keep this one down:
"you're boring and intrusive and
have nothing that i want.

you walk like you don't like the ground
and you can't keep a friend longer than a year.

i can't imagine you smiling and you
assume that what you like is what is likeable about you.

you don't ask questions nor do you really answer mine
and you are okay with passing by in
classes that should define you.

you are a lot of things but you are
not much of
anything."

and then i kissed him.




____

two hours after i wrote this i went to grab the chasers
for another "he"s birthday
and as i cash out with a local brew
from a friend's hometown
i see you with a short hair beloit-person
on the surveillance screen


and i search the smallest liquor store for you
and hope to hell i don't have to say hello

and you are no where

is there another store they're surveilling?
are they re-playing the day?

i thought you were dead?

the cup

"You're so the-glass-is-half-empty." Oh god. Really? How could this have happened? Is that what I'm known as; the-glass-is-half-empty girl? I thought I was just being realistic. Down to earth. Is it too much? Excuse me. I had no idea. It's hard to be perky and optimistic; the-glass-is-always-nearly-fucking-overflowing girl when you're lonely and downtrodden. It's too perfect to last. It could end at any second. You could find another reason why, and just leave. And then what? I pick up the pieces, empty that glass just a little bit more, and continue on with my life, attempting to leave this part of the beverage to boil and evaporate in the heat.

-anonymous

S. Jackson St., Beloit, WI

"It's been so long that I don't even look down your street anymore."
from http://www.onesentence.org/stories/popular/all/

$2.25 ride for a chinsy novelist

perpetual motion with cycling in and out strangers and
no one will talk to me, please
because i have this to write and think through
if the world was made up of just yes's and no's
you'd be the first yes

and this would be my last chapter.