you don't know me well enough to know that i have this thing about skeletons. and embodiment. the heart, with its ventricles, and atria, and valves. the human body as a metaphorical landscape.

but you do know me well enough to know that i am intoxicated by your loveliness. it's not something i am good at hiding. as if i even have the option of hiding it. with you i am all yes. yes yes yes.

i guess what i am trying to say is that i am glad they did not take a bone saw to your sternum.

i know the metaphors of my heart. jewels in the cardiac muscle. the beating of wings in my chest. birds waiting to fly towards the light.

i know nothing of what circles around your heart.

what would the doctors have found? by all accounts you have a lovely heart. copper light, perhaps. or fat green caterpillars. but i don't really know. i don't really know you.

and lately God has done nothing but press reset buttons - for me, for you, for everyone. definitely for "us." the possibility of "we" has been set aside, maybe for ever.

i guess what i am trying to say is that even though i may never learn the metaphors of your heart, i am glad they did not take a bone saw to your sternum.

Lewis Carroll's favorite number was 42. I'm just saying.

There aren't really words for how ecstatically happy I am about Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland. I guess the closest approximation would be "OMG OMG OMG OMG! Squeeee! Exclamation points!!!" I just...I just...I just like Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass. A lot. A LOT. Literary nonsense, neologisms, surreal humor - this is the world that I want to live in. I am also amazed by the river of influence that flows from Lewis Carroll: Tom Waits, Jeff Noon, James Joyce, Douglas Hofstadter, Neil Gaiman, The Labyrinth, The Matrix. And now Tim Burton. It's very exciting!

I hate my uterus. Part VII.

Things I've yelled at tonight: a plastic bag, some water droplets, the picture on my desktop.

I might have PMS.

Amen.

Dear Universe,

It's very sweet how you are constantly showering me with unrelenting beauty. Thanks.

Wendy

If only there were a way to practice both...

It's been so long since I've written regularly that I'm worried that I've forgotten how. Much like sex.

236 Reasons I Love Flipside

Check out The Photo Booth Project's photos from this year's Flipside. Just look at how happy, beautiful and sexy everyone is!

This is what I have been saying!