Forthcoming

"To the mosquitoes that I hope will die here: A Memoir of the Times We Never Spent.”

i don't miss your pleasure anymore

or, it has been a long time, the brain can't keep track of it all...Or, I am stuck on you(r scent).

"The salient feature in this case is odour. Rats, mice and voles recognise each other by smell. Christie Fowler and her colleagues at Florida State University have found that exposure to the opposite sex generates new nerve cells in the brains of prairie voles—in particular in areas important to olfactory memory. Could it be that prairie voles form an olfactory “image” of their partners—the rodent equivalent of remembering a personality—and this becomes linked with pleasure?"

or some guy's explanation

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The heart asks pleasure first
And then, excuse from pain-
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;

And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.

- Emily Dickinson


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we all knew that was coming.

there are fewer things

still, when did a minute become so long?

now that we control what time used to dictate
tell me why so little is given
without the expectation of gain

(addition addiction)
(addiction addition)
(add)
(ad)
(add)
(added)
the new
minimalization (Fine Living) is living in forced
waves of the microserfs,
a steady
supply of square one
plus
its own negative
(
addition

now is a good time for this one again

From the Long Sad Party
Mark Strand



Someone was saying
something about shadows covering the field, about
how things pass, how one sleeps towards morning
and the morning goes.

Someone was saying
how the wind dies down but comes back,
how shells are the coffins of wind
but the weather continues.

It was a long night
and someone said something about the moon shedding its
white
on the cold field, that there was nothing ahead
but more of the same.

Someone mentioned
a city she had been in before the war, a room with two
candles
against a wall, someone dancing, someone watching.
We begin to believe

the night would not end.
Someone was saying the music was over and no one had
noticed.
Then someone said something about the planets, about the
stars,
how small they were, how far away.