i confronted intuition
with my grievances.
she spit in my face
and mocked my
sense of entitlement.
she announced on
a loudspeaker
all my dirty secrets.

then looked at me and asked,
"so how are you going to fix this one?"

recent developments

hot summer escapades and abandoned houses. bakersfield, ca. july 2009

accountability weighs
just as much as my pride.
rewinding the tapes
I can see so clearly
the hiccups glossed over
with a sweet imagination.
there are no terms for this kind
of endearment.


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