Nathan Fillion technically is not
my boyfriend.
He belongs to someone else and I
have violated the terms of our “arrangement”
by claiming him as my own.
For the record, he never has been
my boyfriend.
But watch out.
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Written by Tivo Queen
tivoqueen.blogspot.com
“Public Retraction,” 10/13/08
Found by Patrick Edwards-Daugherty
Montreal, Canada
I have, of course, my crush ~
my darling of the rodeo.
I daydream sometimes
about going to see her.
I could make that happen.
But that’s just clouds
in my coffee.
I wouldn’t do that
for the same reason I don’t
try to pick up women
in the supermarket ~
I’m not smooth, I can’t think
of anything I could say
which wouldn’t be obvious,
& uncomfortable for both
of us.
In daydreams,
there are no awkward
silences.
__________
Written by Jeffrey S. Cunningham
theazureman.livejournal.com
“I Watched & I Waited…” 1/3/09
Found by Faith Stringer
Bryan, TX
gratification
normally
comes
directly
from the sex.
they
embrace
fetishes,
Do I really care
if some guy
happens
to have
a shoe fetish,
if it makes him happy?
No,
not at all.
And besides,
aren’t I just
a shoe salesman,
in the end?
__________
Written by Timothy Green
www.timothy-green.org
“Wet Asphalt Presents: WaLS,” 3/3/09
Found by Sandra Leigh
Nanaimo, B,C.
(Currently hiding under the sofa)
And I love him too.
Even when I’m still mad at him
because of something he said two years ago.
Even when he wasn’t
listening to a goddamn
word I just said.
Even when he asks me to iron something
three minutes before we’re
supposed to be out the door.
Even in the midst of a fight,
even mad or frustrated or hurt,
still I love him
deep and fierce and unchanging,
love like a backbone,
the frame on which all else is built.
Because that, I think, is what love is,
what marriage is, maybe,
in the essential sense of the word:
the soft place for everything else to fall,
the place where everything bitter and temporary
is absorbed and muted.
Love is savvy and true,
not swayed
by the slick salesman of fear.
Love has perspective.
Love purposes.
__________
Written by Megan O’Reilly Green
Private Blog
“on marriage,” 12/13/08
Found by Faith Stringer
Bryan, TX
I always think of
my old running buddy
in early ’90s New York,
Jeff Buckley.
God bless him –
and us,
for having briefly shared
the world with him –
but his songwriting,
in general
just wasn’t as strong
as his ability to get inside
somebody else’s songs.
However transcendent
his version of “Hallelujah” might be,
there was no way he
was going to put out an album
full of ‘em –
there’s no dough in it,
and even geniuses have landlords.
__________
Written by Mike Doughty
Myspace Blog
“Happy Isolation Lunchbox Land,” 2/15/09
Found by Faith Stringer
Bryan, TX