vena, interrupted

when you take off
your lashes,
watch the glitter
float gently to
the porcelain,
watch your cheeks
wash down
the drain,
rub lips raw
to concede,
wigs long since
gone and
bobbys still jutting
from your head,
no fishnets or
stilettos or
satin to shield,
when the applause
dies and
the plush red velvet
curtains you in
dark...
what do you become?

k.

quotes and and ha ha ha

"you have noahs ark on a clock."
k. - 14 may 2008

"the corner has saved my life."
ryan, 28 may, 2008

"92 people just saw my vagina."
miss j, 28 may 2008

"i wanna have a tennessee adventure."
k, 30 july 2008

"i am a pawn, with a rook at the top of my ear."
k, 11 july 2008

"rhonda destroyed van assche."
k, 8 august 2008

"destructive, destructive, destructive."
k, 8 august 2008

"a receipt is like a wii for cats..."
lance, 14 august 2008

"if there was a word for me, it would be, temporary."
k, 23 august 2008

"she's a MALEsbian."
will, 25 august 2008

"it smells like my bacos."
rachel. 20 september 2008

"you look like a muppet, from the ankles down."
k, 24 october 2008

"he's wearing a tourtiseshell fro a hoodie."
k, 4 november 2008

"my vagina is reminiscent of starship troopers."
k, 12 november 2008

"it's feminine shrapnel."
miss j, 17 november 2008

"i think i just got sassed by a fucking fortune cookie!"
will, 6 december 2008

"i've never been good at days."
will 18 december 2008

"wow. it's not even 10 o'clock in the morning and i've already said the word semen."
will 29 december 2008

"your onimonipea is outrageous."
k, 2 jan 2009

"it's nice. it kind of turns the hoo-ha into a folk hero."
j, 25 january 2009

"what is the kind of person that brings a beer coozy into a mall TGIFridays?"
k, 30 january 2009

"shit'll buff out."
adam, 31 january 2009

"let's oscillate this."
jacqui, 5 february 2009


<3, k.

a midas voice

what magical binds
these chains do have,
devastation and
headache all alike;
with the chain
trailing behind you,
then me,
clinking with each
small chink
in it's bony,
uncomfortable arm.
oh you and
me and
this stupid dichotomy
of what it should
be,
what links
bound us to our own;
i don't (still)
know why i bother,
my dreams are full
of tired
and my eyes are dulled
with whiskey
and
i've written words
that are more beautiful
than i'll ever be
to you...
i give.
i give it up
to be dumb
in a world full of sharks
and hope
that one day
in one way
i'll find a door
to relent, to
peace.
i'm sick of you and your
golden letters
rich and fake
in all their reach
and if i never hear
your voice, again,
i'll be fine
the way i always
am.

don't try to understand. anything. don't try and understand my words, my intent, my fallibility... don't plan, don't give too much, don't smile too readily. you will be raped, and you will be pummeled.
i long for the days that my biggest worry was what beer i would drink that night... that decision was hard but easier than who i would choose to love.
how can you love someone else that has never been there, for more than a day? a night? a dream?

k.

undone

80 miles per hour, now,
hurtling towards this
inevitable goal,
nineteen and un-
afraid?
aware?
unabashed
in naivete and
veiled in youth, the
promise of new life
and wine at sunset,
together,
alone together,
as it always was.
a fleeting this,
you and i,
on trials
every once and
awhile, and
over years
hardened with age,
cracked with doubt,
and laden with
contempt of the past,
the 80 miles per hour
fell to 40,
which fell to 23,
which fell off the radar
completely.
your skeleton sits
collecting dust behind
a big lock and
tired hands, and
there's no more
miles to drive...
nineteen has long
since slipped
us by.

a picture from the past. seeing crazy as it was, wondering how it is now. i know some things are better left for dead, but how do you know?
people asked me how i knew i wanted to be a dancer. and i tell them, "i just knew. i have always just known." and that's that. i can't pinpoint an exact date where i fell in love with ballet, or movement in general. it was something i have always just been sure of.
with people, now that's where things get tricky. cause that phrase has not worked for me with relationships. i've tried it. but maybe i don't know just yet. i mean, maybe i knew when i was young, and then i have to find out about it as i get older. can you know something for sure at one point in your life, then find out you really didn't know, only to come to the conclusion that maybe you did know all along?
hm.
this is too heavy for a thursday afternoon. and after all, i know i'm not the best philosopher in the world. that i can be sure of. it hurts my head too much to think of this shit.

k.