08/09/11

ODD COUPLE

There is something so tragic about finding compromising images of strangers. I have to take them home with me, even though I don’t really want them around – I have enough photographs of people I know – but how could I just leave them there? That hopefull young girl in her yellow bikini languishing in a moldy cardboard box nestled between all the Nazi wedding portraits. The little boy left on top of a stack of encyclopedias (I resisted the urge to take them, too) next to a door where the dogs pee. And what monster throws their kid’s school picture out anyway?

03/12/09

WISHFUL THINKING

Another Thanksgiving. Food it took two days to prepare is devoured in two hours. It always tastes the same, which is the point, I guess: ritual, family, leftovers. What remains: a wishbone. What I wish for: world peace, longer legs, another wishbone.

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19/11/09

CALL YOUR MOTHER

On my desk are two squished foil wrappers – found on separate occasions in front of the same building – that remind me of twin cheerleaders: one fat, one skinny. My mother is a twin. And was once a fat cheerleader. But is now skinny. Must be a sign.

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