Writer, student, Docs-&-dresses wearer, bad but enthusiastic ukulele player.
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1. Cicada Maculata; 2. Cicada Stridula; 3. Aphana Lanata; 4. Scolia ? Mutillæformis; 5. Lepisma Collaris; 6. Milesia Vi… (1837)
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I’m rocking the 1950s housewife look today. I love this dress. It has pockets! I love dresses with pockets. In fact, I should sew pockets into all my dresses. I should also buy a petticoat to wear under this dress. I’ve used the word dress in almost every sentence so far.
No thoughts, only moths.
The merest suggestion of mouth
and I was ravenous—I filled the house
with chocolate, chestnuts, strudel,
blood sausage; I bathed in butter.
A glimpse of tongue and I was undone,
simply a hint of heavy cream
and the wax came off in a greasy slab,
there were no cauldrons large enough.
I imagined his body drawn in sections,
flank, rib, and tenderloin, I rubbed
the blade to sparks, my stove walls
sweated, windows dripping.
Afterwards the house was a shell.
My tongue: scorched white.
I had to staple my stomach
down to the size of a lichee nut.
Thimbleful of broth, thimbleful
of gruel, the merest suggestion
floods my mouth with memory
so rich I practically drown.
I bought these tights! They’re wonderful! I’m wearing the second pair now, to work from home & later to see Moonrise Kingdom, which I’m very excited about.
Summer is the best because of the clothes, & the sunshine that tans my skin the second I step out in it, & the fresh fruit, & playing board games in the park with friends, most of whom we picked up in town along the way & who decided to join us, like we were this circus winding our way towards the grass, handing out lovehearts & taking off our shoes.
Seventeen-year-old Bianca Passarge of Hamburg dresses up as a cat and dances on wine bottles in June 1958. Her performance was based on a dream. She practiced for eight hours a day to do this.
Photo by Carlo Polito
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Maybe I’ll tan all floral-patterned through my tights.
