On Nu's Lady Liberty

A asks me, 

"How can you still not want 

to be a U.S. citizen 

after seeing that picture?"

He says, 

"I want to be a poor, 

disheveled immigrant 

just so I can run to her."

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Fear

Because of my insistence on
making monsters in the dark
they grow strong enough

to come for me in daylight

Their laughter running
bloody around the room
as I run around

chewing through ropes

that are all mine, mine.
Even light is useless
and the small blessings

bearing cacti like cake

I must survive
in wasting life
in the after life

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Repentance

today's possibilities halve
carved by rain

cities are divided by winter
wondering, stoic

the grass hardens to ice
without answers

the crash--it is coming
ornate and faithless

won't stop until it explodes,
blooming like day


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I wonder what he's thinking about

When he clambers up the sofa

to stand on his hind legs

with his front legs folded--

kinda leaning on his elbows--

with his "lovey" carefully
tucked under his arm

looking out of the window
across the water

watching the water rat 

 birds and the other dogs 

Happy Birthday Dad!

From the production titled,

"Visiting Dad at work to wish him a Happy Birthday:"

(Working Title: "Midnight Adventure")

Featuring: Nu on flowers,

At on baked goods, and

Scout with Balloon

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In which I discover that I am a good Hindu girl after all...

I'm absent-mindedly humming along to the new mumbly masterpiece by Kings of Leon in the car.

And also: smiling.

At looks slightly horrified and asks me, "You know it's about suicide, right?"

What? Wait; you mean they're not talking about taking one in the temple... Oh.

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As we recovered, there were some ... complications

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