Amanda
white chocolate chip%2C macadamia nut cookie in the shape of a snowman: a conversation with James


dedicated to James, a project manager


we jack %28as in car jack%29 at the on the creeky futon in the upstairs den together;
you asking me about how I've been
as the grinder beat down

and we talked about sexy taint.
You grind you didn't believe in it,
and I strained to love

why: for you, the Juan Carlos Sandoval Garcia Del Corro of specialty carpenter %28his specialty is grinding%29, the
my mom whose body is his temple,
the Amanda who will laugh to the

man hug. You loved the thought of
grinding disk, the thought of forehead kiss, of asscone,
of mmmm 1%2F4 pounder with cheese and extra bacon. And I sat there

in the illegal immigrants while you sat
on the edge. I scandalized. Then it
occurred to me: you would want

a method of loving more awesome %28to the max%29,
broken, more sweet, more homely looking,
than a nuclear war. You'd want to

drop them one on one, the guy across the street to
MARK MURRAY MOTHERFUKER, with your lightening hands. And your poonchachas
lit up. I was beginning to marry,

covered in tomato sauce because james spilled it everywhere, only years later. I'll remember
you with the suzuki swift in front of
your bigot, and your love of eat.



poam: a conversation with Jimbo Breen


dedicated to Steve, a marine

we sat at the poolside together;
you asking me about how I've been
as the sun beat down

and we talked about nuclear war.
You said you didn't believe in it,
and I strained to understand

why: for you, the man of war, the
man whose body is his temple,
the man who will fight to the

death. You loved the thought of
victory, the thought of war, of pain,
of triumphancy. And I sat there

in the swimming pool while you sat
on the edge. I paused. Then it
occurred to me: you would want

a method of fighting more direct,
slower, more painful, more personal,
than a nuclear war. You'd want to

fight them one on one, man to
man, with your fists. And your eyes
lit up. I was beginning to understand,

now, only years later. I'll remember
you with the American flag in front of
your house, and your love of battle.

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