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Today, in order to motivate myself to finish this paper I’ve been working on since February (you read it right: February), I decided to go to the Newton Public Library. I’ve been to the library since my freshman year on and off, but this was the first time I walked from Newton Campus where I lived three years ago. I could write about Newton and all the feelings it makes me feel, but that’s for another time.
Memory Diary Entry Two
One day freshman year my ex-boyfriend and I walked to Newton Center to deliver packages I needed to send to Florida. I tried to kiss him by a fountain but he was still uncomfortable with public displays of affection after six months of dating. We went to CVS and I bought a tin of barbecue Pringles. The best flavor by a landslide. We walked to the library and got in a fight. It reached its peak at the bookdrop outside. We walked in stony silence to the lake where I sat on a lone bench and refused to leave. We argued more, but when Canadian geese (branta canadensis) approached the fight ended and we walked back together. A girl from his class said “Hi” to him on the way and he asked if I was jealous. Of course I wasn’t. It was cloudy. As soon as we got back into my dorm room we didn’t turn on the light. We kissed instead.
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An Untitled Poem
To be honest
I can never let things lie.
The past is a scab my rake fingers
Can’t help but uproot.
Whisper-stepping around archives
I line my pockets with deeds and birth certificates of ghosts
Because the weight makes me feel less alone.
Dancing through a museum
I table-cloth tear the canvases from their frames
And fashion them into much-too-long skirts
Whose severed edges scratch linoleum.
The sound bouncing off Greek vases
Smashes a few.
Shards of myth cut my feet.
A bloody foxtrot is left in my wake.
Then there’s the album of us, bursting with
Concert ticket stubs
Constellations
And condom wrappers.
Zeus-like, I swallow it whole,
But no goddess is borne,
Only lead that sits heavy in my skull
Whenever I sleep.
Sometimes pieces break off and
Clink around inside of me
Tearing through my vein maze
Which must explain why
When I think of you and I
In bed together again
My fingertips ache.
The other day in class
I drew a circle
In the center of a new page.
As I listened less and less, bends and lines of ink
Made the circle a dream catcher,
But
I liked it better when it was empty.
I AM IN LOVE WITH ADAM DRIVER
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"I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn’t, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it’s the halves that halve you in half. I didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me."
Anna - Like Crazy (2011)
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