tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23420105300509324502024-03-13T22:12:38.105-07:00Thinking SidewaysRandom ThoughtsMarisa Zoccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989280204094850236noreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2342010530050932450.post-52193834927595875892012-11-22T20:37:00.002-08:002012-11-22T21:03:52.401-08:00Ode To An Unexpected Feast<br />
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For the sweet drink of gods that tints my </div>
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lips with grape and that </div>
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warms me</div>
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happy-hearted with </div>
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spirits to the sky </div>
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like the bird I did not eat and </div>
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For the red beast and pink</div>
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succulent shellfish that I did. </div>
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For the white meat beneath </div>
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brown flesh and earth that I </div>
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peeled and rinsed from it </div>
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and then pounded by hand</div>
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to a buttery pulp </div>
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and creamed and </div>
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For the gold that comes as a gift from the ground </div>
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wrapped in green textured papers.</div>
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For the night and </div>
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the one two before with all its </div>
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Freedoms of</div>
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pressing himself against me and</div>
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religion not tying me down </div>
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For all its pursuit of pleasure.</div>
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For the feast it seemed would not exist, but did and</div>
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For the warmth and abundance that exists</div>
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even in its absence.</div>
Marisa Zoccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989280204094850236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2342010530050932450.post-18156816505917664772012-11-13T23:01:00.003-08:002012-11-13T23:01:32.905-08:00Tattered Book<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">i thumb
through You</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">excitedly
pulling Your front cover open<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">i
close my eyes and smell You<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">old
comforting pleasure <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">mingled
with unfamiliar new<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">and
Your plot line falls apart<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">as
i tickle Your pages<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">fingering
through <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">the
first few lines of dialog linger repeated<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">repeated<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">as
i flutter past the mundane<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">into
the open moments of suspense<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">where
my heart<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">like
antelope in the plains<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">beats
its animal hooves <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">wildly
on the trembling ground <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">away
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">from
threatening claws that clench me near<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">and
sharp teeth that may shred me<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">but
the pages have been past wet <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">and
the words begin to fade<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">bringing
about my withheld breath<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">for
the story tells the weak do not prevail<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">and
here i have pranced over the beast<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">and
landed on the page instead<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">where
i die a painful death <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">not
by gash but from internal wound<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">a
clumsy gazelle who ran into a tree<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">self
inflicted injury avoided<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">had
i been attentive enough<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">to
bright yellow caution tape<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">wrapped
tightly round <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">You
my favorite <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">story
of the recent past.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">+ This poem was written as an assignment for my creative writing class. The assignment was to incorporate extended metaphor. This was my first attempt, and was written in 10 minutes with no previous meditation on the assignment.. </span></div>
Marisa Zoccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989280204094850236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2342010530050932450.post-92074833450489355592012-10-30T23:18:00.001-07:002012-10-30T23:18:41.664-07:00Key Chain of Events<br />
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It is you, oh tangled chain</div>
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that I cannot live without</div>
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For you, jangling in my memory</div>
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and not jingling in my purse</div>
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halt my world</div>
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You dangle before the silk screen of my mind</div>
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casting shadows of doubt</div>
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questioning your whereabouts</div>
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and I simply cannot leave.</div>
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It is you, oh silver, rusted star</div>
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encrusted with broken jewels</div>
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who lights the darkness</div>
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to beckon me toward my vessel</div>
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You who opens doors</div>
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To the happiness of home</div>
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And locks my muscles with your Gold</div>
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medal of a gym card swinging </div>
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gracefully upon your rings.</div>
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Provider of entry to happy open roads</div>
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Warrior guarding the gates into my fortress</div>
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Tiny trinket of unknown value until you’re lost</div>
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Never leave me again.</div>
Marisa Zoccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989280204094850236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2342010530050932450.post-8662417404898278552012-10-29T22:46:00.001-07:002012-10-29T22:46:23.794-07:00Phallic<br />
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Puzzle to my piece you are </div>
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warm and full with pleasure </div>
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I tremble for you </div>
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desirous of palms caressing</div>
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your gently wrinkled silk </div>
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skin cascaded in your milk </div>
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pouring out with the feather of my touch</div>
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Peg to a hole </div>
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you do not slide but hammer in</div>
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hard redwood fibers burn</div>
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the delicacy of rose pink flesh</div>
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Pounding and clenching her petals</div>
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As you and the night glide beyond</div>
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<br /></div>
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Key to a lock</div>
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You are irreplaceable</div>
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Never could your part be played</div>
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By the falseness of plastic</div>
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Or models fragile as glass</div>
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I cannot break the spell you cast upon me</div>
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Oh slithering poisonous snake</div>
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You have me writhing for your venom</div>
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Let me kiss you with my lips</div>
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And take you between my breasts</div>
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As we slide into oblivion.</div>
Marisa Zoccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989280204094850236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2342010530050932450.post-73209025955353695272012-10-23T21:58:00.000-07:002012-10-23T21:58:15.737-07:00Taking and Running With It<br />
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Been down that road before</div>
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Dying, </div>
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killing potential </div>
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to win the race</div>
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Running a marathon with untrained </div>
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wobbling stilts for legs</div>
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screaming to</div>
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<br /></div>
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<b>STOP<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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S l o w
d o w
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But pushed on anyway</div>
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to a quick end</div>
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peeled up from the pavement</div>
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skin sticking</div>
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blood dripping</div>
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heart bruised from the pounding </div>
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grounds of dirt and memories</div>
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the wound took in for </div>
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permanent decoration</div>
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losing dignity and the pace</div>
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to move at all toward the goal</div>
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<b>STOPPED<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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S l o w
e d d
o w n</div>
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one</div>
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step</div>
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mile</div>
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stone</div>
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at a time</div>
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I’ll run past</div>
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The Finish Line</div>
Marisa Zoccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989280204094850236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2342010530050932450.post-43383232587809770442012-10-22T23:25:00.000-07:002012-10-30T23:26:34.739-07:00Harmonica<br />
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She breathes in slowly</div>
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Wide open lips</div>
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plumped with action</div>
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from its rubbing on the skin</div>
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In the darkness</div>
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all eyes on her as she</div>
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blows </div>
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and sucks </div>
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the bitter limelight</div>
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She’s a black little kitten</div>
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stretching out, tail in the air</div>
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and she digs in her claws</div>
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All aboard the whistle screams</div>
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a train song</div>
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and the cling clang</div>
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of metal circles grinding</div>
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on hard rails</div>
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begs me to </div>
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come </div>
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along.</div>
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*This poem was written in reflecting on the fun experience of having heard my favorite poet, Kim Addonizio, play a song called "Train Song" on her harmonica. </div>
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Kim Addonizio is known for her bluntly honest, raw and sexually charged poetry. A fan of the latter, hearing her play, I had been certain that "Train Song" had been an analogy for foreplay, sex, and orgasm. When I asked her about it, however (yes, I did) it turns out, it was 'just' a song and not about sex at all.</div>
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It left me, none-the-less, inspired. </div>
Marisa Zoccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989280204094850236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2342010530050932450.post-39585432081316611452012-10-11T23:01:00.000-07:002012-10-11T23:14:06.751-07:00Rainy Day Paper Presentation<br />
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You awoke to thunder </div>
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bolting you awake in bed. Body quivering with the first kiss of the
rain </div>
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trembling with desire for lightning rods to be shoved </div>
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into your eyes </div>
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streaking from the sky as you beckon the chills </div>
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to come </div>
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from head to toe </div>
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between your sheets. </div>
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pouring into them, your soul, </div>
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drenching them in your wildest, most exaggerated dreams. </div>
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<br /></div>
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Not purified water that showered you clean, </div>
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but frigid acid-laced drops which, stinging</div>
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fell in quarter sized plops upon you rough </div>
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before you got Kinky </div>
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multiplying </div>
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your creation in a glass room filled with humming, </div>
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vibrating machines, allowing you to plug an apparatus, </div>
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press their buttons and do whatever </div>
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you want with love notes scribbled on recycled paper. Anything </div>
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involving the pierce of a staple, or a clamp for thicker tissues pinched
together, </div>
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perhaps some binding apparatus or a thin plastic wrap</div>
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All for additional cost, of course.</div>
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You pranced in puddles, no protection present, and presented. </div>
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White long-sleeved tee painting your breasts black with moist, </div>
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shivering, shaking </div>
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so hard </div>
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that words came out unrecognizable</div>
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as your necklace bounced up and down with your quaking breath.</div>
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**Decided to try and write a poem in second person. Also decided to try to capture my rainy day excursion to Kinkos before presenting a short fiction aloud to class in an artistic and suggestive way. This was the result.</div>
Marisa Zoccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989280204094850236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2342010530050932450.post-55017087325323687272012-09-20T14:52:00.003-07:002012-09-20T14:54:56.066-07:00My Poet Roommate Tells MeShe tramples in through my bedroom door and stands there<br />
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in the frame, hair a mess and the plumes of smoke from her </div>
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cigarette jumping through her hoops</div>
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She looks down at her pint glass—full of what—and dazing,</div>
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droopy-eyed, breathes in the
tension in the room.</div>
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Then she looks, I think at me, her petite and</div>
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boney body pointing a sharp finger without needing to even raise a
hand.</div>
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She accuses me of “trying to finish a conversation already over”</div>
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wanting to “kiss the body of my lover, the one mouth,</div>
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the simple name without a shadow” and other countless things</div>
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as I tally up THE NUMBERS of everything she’s said so right.</div>
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She asks, much too loud for this hour of the afternoon</div>
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“WHAT DO WOMEN WANT?” and tells me.</div>
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Tells me what I want, as she sways a bit toward me,</div>
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arms with fingers, every one clad in silver rings, relaxed at her side</div>
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and plops herself onto my desk chair to say I’ve stolen her red dress.</div>
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The one that confirms his worst fears about her and </div>
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shows how little she cares about him</div>
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or anything except what she wants.</div>
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And she snickers, bluntly, how poorly it fits…</div>
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too flimsy and cheap for me.</div>
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She leans back and relaxing into her vodka-drowned mind</div>
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tells me that she knows. She knows “I can’t forget…”</div>
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she pauses, drifting the Virginia slim back between her lips, and</div>
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exhaling bursts out laughing about</div>
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“the long vein rising up along the underside of his cock”.</div>
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I wonder vaguely if she’s gone and fucked my man</div>
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however mine he isn’t anymore….and anyway</div>
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She asks me. Asks me to TELL HER if she’s going</div>
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to stop thinking about her losses now and listen to mine.</div>
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She tells me to tell her how I hurt and to dance with her</div>
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“dance with me while we fool ourselves.”</div>
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Then she’s whisper silent as she tells me</div>
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“starting things up was hasty, love” as I refuse to SPILL</div>
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and then I remember again</div>
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That she’s blunt and ugly</div>
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She lunges to punch me in my gut and sinks it</div>
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deep and penetrating ‘til I feel it in my chest,</div>
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when I’ve just held it all weighing there between my breasts.</div>
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She drowns me with my own sorrows and dilutes my words</div>
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to kool-aid while she pours out her straight Jack and I sip, direct</div>
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from her pages, hoping to strengthen my own.</div>
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+Written inspired by Kim Addonizio, a poet I have to "spend the semester with" as a "roommate" as an assignment for my intermediate poetry class. Really so excited that I chose her. She's going to be an awesome roommate to punch out some words with!<br />
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A few lines were "borrowed" from Kim from several poems found in her her poetry book Tell Me.</div>
Marisa Zoccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989280204094850236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2342010530050932450.post-86531794868439206882012-09-15T20:58:00.000-07:002012-09-15T21:05:32.149-07:00Social Death and Brain AbuseThe fine print is reading rest in peace<br />
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asking if I comprehend </div>
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I’m donating my brain </div>
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and they need permission to administer </div>
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21 units of substance </div>
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my heart climbs up in my throat, </div>
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constricting and convulsing;</div>
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lungs suffocated by my thoughts</div>
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burdened by books of biased words, and</div>
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sinking in stacks of stapled papers</div>
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I sign</div>
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21 units </div>
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wading through war-zones of un-washed laundry</div>
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knee-high and wasting in the ground</div>
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mixed with smells of last week’s dirt and grime </div>
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from both the humid heat and the death of time. </div>
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The plague of Troy fogs my eyes as ENGL44H MW </div>
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Freud strikes a fire and fries my mind, PSYCH1 TBA</div>
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slowly peeling away delectable layers </div>
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to taste the fear of failure as I lie, </div>
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mastering my female anatomy HLED4 TBA</div>
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while telling tall tales with little words ENGL 27B Th</div>
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that tickle the tongues of those thirsting ENGL 27A W</div>
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for something to compute in labs where CPAS10 TBA</div>
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tables have no use for chairs </div>
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but provide communication. COMM10 M</div>
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21 units of venom sink and slither slowly</div>
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until that’s all I am, </div>
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fearing falling asleep in the battle-field of class</div>
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while running with no breaks</div>
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along dotted lines with the zig-zag of my name</div>
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signing away my life</div>
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just for the semester.</div>
Marisa Zoccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989280204094850236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2342010530050932450.post-19066959410694785072012-09-13T11:49:00.001-07:002012-09-13T11:59:28.547-07:00My First One Night Stand<br />
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It was late, but
not late enough for closing time,<o:p></o:p></div>
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And we were just
two young old people <o:p></o:p></div>
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with half too many
beers and the heat of cinnamon schnapps <o:p></o:p></div>
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fogging our decisions
as we sang too loudly to that Gotye song.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He leaned forward
in his chair, beaming grin, stubble on his chin, <o:p></o:p></div>
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and pressed his
leg way too hard into my thigh. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Game on</i>,
my brows answered before my tongue.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And that’s when we
left the building.<o:p></o:p></div>
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For me to make a
play and <o:p></o:p></div>
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wrap myself around
him from behind.<o:p></o:p></div>
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For his breath to
hitch just before he turned <o:p></o:p></div>
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to unleash a trail
of kisses down my neck, and <o:p></o:p></div>
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strike a flame with
the match-head of his finger, burning <o:p></o:p></div>
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slowly along my
desire, down the valley between my breasts, <o:p></o:p></div>
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over the plains of
my belly, and finally smoldering inside me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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In a blink we had voyeurs;
a mommy-daddy date night,<o:p></o:p></div>
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gone terribly
right as some stick-figure bumper-stickered gold Suburban<o:p></o:p></div>
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paused mid-street
to enjoy a rarely-seen public mating ritual of the dark and urban jungle.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We proudly gave
them quite a show,<o:p></o:p></div>
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until he licked
his fingers clean of me while dialing for a cab,<o:p></o:p></div>
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attempting words
from his mouth as I distracted him with the <o:p></o:p></div>
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flesh from the
back of his neck gathered gently between my teeth.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And when the cab
arrived, there appeared no driver present <o:p></o:p></div>
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as we tinkered and
played with one another in the back seat of the car<o:p></o:p></div>
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before unwrapping
each other as candy<o:p></o:p></div>
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In the industrial concrete
stairwell of his building<o:p></o:p></div>
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where the current
could no longer be contained<o:p></o:p></div>
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between our male
and female circuitries. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We nearly melted
the metal rails we held to,<o:p></o:p></div>
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As we soldered ourselves
together.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And then:
everything the way it was before. <o:p></o:p></div>
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His door closed,
our clothes off, contemplating the pleasure of the couch, <o:p></o:p></div>
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but pulled into
that too-familiar hallway on the left, and the room directly to the right. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Into those same
blue sheets, nibbling, pulling, drinking in <o:p></o:p></div>
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the man I’d missed
for months. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Mine, again.<o:p></o:p><br />
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+Written on 8/30/2012 for Jeff Epley's Fall 2012 Intermediate Poetry class. The assignment was to capture narrative elements in the poem.</div>
Marisa Zoccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989280204094850236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2342010530050932450.post-67158510590929484782012-09-04T23:18:00.000-07:002012-09-04T23:18:31.816-07:00On Cat Boxes and Laundry<br />
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She looks at me</div>
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Big green eyes made smaller, slightly, </div>
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slighting me a little.</div>
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I know she’s thinking</div>
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Why the <i>fuck</i> the dog</div>
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Gets fresh-cooked chicken</div>
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In extra virgin olive oil</div>
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While I scoop what we call</div>
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“chinese food” in her bowl.</div>
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A small helping</div>
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Of essentially nutritionless</div>
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Sawdust and pulp.</div>
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The package says chicken</div>
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But we aren’t entirely sure she </div>
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Isn’t eating cat </div>
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At ninety-nine cents a bag.</div>
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And I know she figures </div>
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If the dog does something annoying--</div>
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Say, persistent whooping cough</div>
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Or whining as bulbous glaucoma</div>
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Squeezes out her eye--</div>
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And gets a treat</div>
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Maybe she’ll receive the same.</div>
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<br /></div>
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So she stares at my mom—</div>
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The queen of the house—</div>
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As she enters into her bed chamber</div>
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And squats</div>
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To piss</div>
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On the queen’s </div>
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very treasured</div>
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Crown </div>
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pillow.</div>
Marisa Zoccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989280204094850236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2342010530050932450.post-65572054973683358272012-09-03T20:45:00.001-07:002012-09-03T20:45:01.225-07:00Dear Change<br />
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Dear Change,</div>
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I’m sorry but I </div>
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Can’t explain the</div>
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Strong aversion that I</div>
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Have for you and your</div>
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Inconsideration</div>
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Toward normalcy.</div>
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<br /></div>
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I get comfortable with my</div>
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Pocketbook and you come and short</div>
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Change the situation</div>
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With your lack of </div>
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Balance and stability.</div>
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I get comfortable with my </div>
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Man and he</div>
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Tells me he can’t </div>
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Change…when that’s the</div>
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Last thing that I would </div>
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Ever want him to do.</div>
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I get comfortable with a </div>
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Schedule (that I don’t follow</div>
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Anyway) and you come in and</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
Disregard my disregard and</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
Change it all around.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
I don’t want things to always </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
Be the same</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
But I don’t want them to </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
Change</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
Me </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
I feel…</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
Sincerely,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
Stuck.</div>
Marisa Zoccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989280204094850236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2342010530050932450.post-76098904102985950682012-08-31T22:31:00.004-07:002012-09-20T10:27:09.681-07:00Socrates<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;">"The hottest love</span><br />
<div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;">Has the coldest end."</span></div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;">
</span>
<div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;">Said from the first drop of grain</span></div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;">
<div>
In an hourglass full of sand.</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;"><div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;"><br /></span></div>
So, that explains the</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;"><div>
Fogged mirrors in a room,</div>
<div>
And <span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0898438); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">the bed with no covers,</span></div>
<div>
Soaking wet brows, and red panting bodies </div>
<div>
As the winter blew through open windows.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
And explains, now</div>
<div>
Clear reflections from the</div>
<div>
Icy moisture-glazed eyes</div>
<div>
Goosebumps and shivering body</div>
<div>
While the heat wave should be drowning.</div>
</span>Marisa Zoccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989280204094850236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2342010530050932450.post-26526606567241904082012-07-17T16:17:00.000-07:002012-07-17T16:19:15.904-07:00Sometimes, Life is Like a MovieSo, there I am, talking about my "conflicted" life on Facebook and on Instagram with a photo revealing that I am reading both the Bible and a raunchy s & m fiction book simultaneously. Well, here's another little scene to paint a picture of my character:<br />
<br />
It is noon. I've decided to tan in my skimpy-ish little animal-print bikini. Push-up top with thin straps, bottoms with little pink ties. I lay on the grass and opt for my sultry and "sinful" reading. After having had a few much-too-revealing conversations with my grandfather, picking up the book in such little clothing feels...a little strange. But I go for it. This is me. Age 26, sexy, in shape, tan building steadily like it never has before. And moreover. sex deprived--for two whole months!<br />
<br />
I lay basking gloriously when my grandfather comes out on the porch. "Have the sprinklers sprunkled?" he asks. The ones that wet the mulch have been on throughout the entire duration of my bronzing, so I answer yes, as water from the nearest contraption gently trickles down my ankles, barely there. He nods and explains that he will be downstairs watching a movie if I'd like to join, and in response, I inform him that I'll be down in about 30 minutes, returning to my dirty erotica.<br />
<br />
About two minutes later, I wonder how the grass stays green in this ninety-something-degree heat, if the sprinklers only reach the mulch.<br />
<br />
And as if on cue, the <i>real</i> sprinklers turn on. COLD! Fifty-something-degrees of cold--rather ironic since I'm reading <i>Fifty Shades of Grey--</i>showering atop my baking body!<br />
<br />
I rise up quickly in reflex, forgetting that my top has been unfastened, and my bottoms have been wedged in my ass crack for maximum sun exposure. As I spring forward, my breasts become exposed. I try to remedy the situation while simultaneously realizing that this act, without re-fastening, will be unsuccessful. I give up and, instead, reach for my towel to cover my breasts, but I'm standing on it and nearly catapult my own body straight into the ground. I jump off, gather my belongings, grasping them to my chest in a grip that I am positive has me looking as if I suffer from cerebral palsy, and run, wedgie-assed and topless onto the porch, yelling repeatedly "shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT!"<br />
<br />
Here I am, "sinful" smut reader in "god's country", running around topless in the sprinklers.<br />
<br />
I suppose I can honestly say that this book really has got me wet!<br />
<br />
ba-dum chhhhh!Marisa Zoccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989280204094850236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2342010530050932450.post-10949717205307107092012-07-17T15:52:00.000-07:002012-07-17T15:54:31.872-07:00Little PackagesOld Spice for<br />
an old flame;<br />
Nivea beard scrub to<br />
face the harsh reality;<br />
Manchego cheese<br />
with my whine,<br />
hoping to let the man go,<br />
but he's still there,<br />
A Creeper in my mind.<br />
<br />
Magnum says<br />
he's too big in my head;<br />
Sunscreen because<br />
I have no protection;<br />
Pathfinder as I<br />
find my way without him;<br />
Pinot Noir for the<br />
dark alleyways he still<br />
absently walks me down.<br />
<br />
It's the little packages<br />
That bring the biggest pains.<br />
<br />Marisa Zoccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989280204094850236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2342010530050932450.post-53401591857326832482012-07-12T23:01:00.000-07:002012-07-12T23:04:59.722-07:00The Many Ghosts of You<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Pillows no longer suffice </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
for tangled up legs and bodies, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
and delete buttons only exist </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
on keyboards and </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
not in the mind. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Matching puzzle pieces almost </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
always fit together in that </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
unchanging way. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maybe we were pressed against one </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
another </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
just hard enough to seem </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
like our colors and lines were meant to be. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A false connection.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And among all the uncertainty</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
when it's dark and quiet</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
and the lonely night is</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
tugging at my brains,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
the one thing that I know is this:</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
blankets pulled tight over-head</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
won't suffice in protecting me from</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
the many ghosts of you.</div>Marisa Zoccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989280204094850236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2342010530050932450.post-72611236971071956052012-06-15T17:32:00.001-07:002012-10-17T13:36:54.603-07:00Girl Brands<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Pamper’d with</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Mr. Bubble </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Bath & Body</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Works cited</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
for a DUI</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
InStyle with</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
metal bangles and chains</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
right on Target with the trend,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
wanting hot Coco Chanel.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
PDA suffocated by PTA</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Chex Mix-n it up with </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Mommy ‘n’ Me and</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Gymboree so there is no </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Gripe Water works</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Aunt Flo-ing</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
as she Playtex-s with her man</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
in 500 thread-count Egyptian cotton</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
she saw in O magazine</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Barbie queuing</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Behind fifty pounds of extra </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
WeightWatchers</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And Curves she hates.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Some guy named Steve</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Madden-ing her with </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fisher Price(s) she can’t afFord</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
So she’s Pamprin herself</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
with movies to tell her</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
how to AMC life positively,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Starbucks in her eyes</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Pantene-agers hand in hand</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In a Mini…</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
van much to their dismay.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
One-A-Day at a time</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Icy Hot has new meaning</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
joints no longer heal, they hurt</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
and the men’ll pause when she does.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Met-Life and it wasn’t how she planned</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
but answers “how are you?” with</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Am bien"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Til one day her family has to</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Kaiser goodbye Permanente.</div>
Marisa Zoccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989280204094850236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2342010530050932450.post-31681841974067529852012-06-15T13:36:00.000-07:002012-06-15T13:36:24.846-07:00Reset Button<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Reset button. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I keep looking for my reset button. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I’m full of all these push me points </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
that every body seems to find </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
but none of them can press rewind. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I guess we’re all not built that way. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
No fast-forward. No pause. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
No eject button to push some person out of a soul. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
What use are all these buttons if not for those?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Reset button. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I keep thinking I have a reset button. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It’s got to be somewhere, up there, in the brain.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I keep thinking, hoping, some </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
surge of energy will come upon its wiring </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
and ignite the start of a total system reboot. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But I can’t complain. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I somewhat like these memories replayed.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Reset button. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Not even the robot on my favorite tee </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
is in possession of a reset button. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He or she wears its heart on its sleeve </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
(just like me) </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
cassette wound tight in the stomach, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Teeth in its smile all gritted, biting at life. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And it’s cluttered with details its </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
creator felt were all essential to its being. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I am not sure if I wear the tee or if it wears me, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
we are so close and tight and pressed together. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I don’t want a reset button.</div>Marisa Zoccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989280204094850236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2342010530050932450.post-57228554408158812512012-06-09T22:00:00.000-07:002012-06-09T22:00:12.824-07:00To Love Me More<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
Walking around with my head</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
toward the ground, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
trying to be rid </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
of my upside-down grin </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
and my jaded crown. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
I am the queen of aloneagain.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
It feels like I am in a pawn shop </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
with some valuable I’d like to hold </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
yet knowing that for </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
something more vital, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
I need to let go.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
The transaction, you see, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
has already been done. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
You traded me in for some other one, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
and that said more than enough. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
In fact, it rather said it all.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
So, I left you sparkling behind the glass </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
where I can no longer run my fingers </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
over you, my favorite jewels. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
I’ve locked you up, a treasure, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
I had thought, far more valuable </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
than the heart of gold I presented you.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
But then I saw it sitting by you </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
in the case, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
and I took it back, explaining </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
to the man behind the counter, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
that I was there</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
To trade you in.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
So as I move on, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
it isn’t that I love you any less; </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
just that I’m beginning </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
to love me more.</div>Marisa Zoccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989280204094850236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2342010530050932450.post-56635257550743944222012-06-02T18:03:00.001-07:002012-06-02T18:06:10.615-07:00Non-Fiction WritingSeveral hours spent<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sitting scrunched up</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Staring at a blinking cursor </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And a blank-again computer screen.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
All the words that come out</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Want to point to you</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But I’m writing fiction</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Not to be based on truth.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Realizing that I’m writing </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
With no success</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Because I want to be writing</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Straight to you. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And just as I go to close this window</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
That song I called yours and mine</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Comes up to play in tune with my heart</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
All hopeful but sad and blue.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"True Love Will Find You In the End"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I was hoping it had found me</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Turns out it’s still searching</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
For me and for you, too.</div>Marisa Zoccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989280204094850236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2342010530050932450.post-72755936167118378952012-05-29T21:28:00.001-07:002012-09-14T00:05:44.288-07:00The Empty GlassI walk into the bar.<br />
I comb the room.<br />
Exhilaration runs through me as<br />
I browse the faces of those I never knew.<br />
And in that moment I've tricked myself<br />
Same as everyone else.<br />
<br />
He isn't there.<br />
Not in the crowd<br />
Not in the empty glass at hand.<br />
Like my numbing friend,<br />
I've enjoyed too much of him.<br />
And he is gone.Marisa Zoccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989280204094850236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2342010530050932450.post-73912961965068450932012-05-29T21:25:00.001-07:002012-05-29T21:35:03.282-07:00My Men Are Like BlanketsMy men are like blankets.<br />
<br />
I grow attached to every thread that makes them up.<br />
On the threads lay oils of scent which I crave.<br />
Scent which I crave and rub my nose into,<br />
Inhaling the essence of where he's been today or the day before. <br />
<br />
I want them to cover me, to warm my body<br />
And lay with me.<br />
Lay with me in bliss, lay with me in sadness or in fear.<br />
In the dark, protect me when I'm scared.<br />
<br />
The feel of the fabric against my skin,<br />
The warmth of the personality that dwells within the fibers. <br />
Some parts scratchier or silkier than others.<br />
I let my fingers rove frequently and slowly over my favorite spots.<br />
And I love every flaw because<br />
As I discover them, they become more "mine".<br />
<br />
I need a blanket.Marisa Zoccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989280204094850236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2342010530050932450.post-58622684511872733982012-05-29T21:23:00.001-07:002012-05-29T21:36:59.636-07:00Like Aloe to a SunburnLike aloe to a sunburn;<br />
Only it is he who scorches my tender skin,<br />
And only he who can apply the moist nectar<br />
Necessary to heal it.<br />
<br />
It is he who makes me blister and swell<br />
In a moment whence I regret <br />
Not having applied strict protection;<br />
And yet he over-runs my system<br />
In some sort of "regeneration".<br />
<br />
It is he who peels this skin<br />
As I disappoint my own eyes in my mirror.<br />
All the same it is he who sheds the former me<br />
Revealing a fresh and beautiful new shell<br />
In which I will reside.<br />
<br />
So that I might move on.<br />
<br />
But he's like aloe to a sunburn.Marisa Zoccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989280204094850236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2342010530050932450.post-49816209207823193472012-05-29T21:21:00.003-07:002012-05-29T21:37:41.669-07:00You Have Been LovedIn a way, it is a different and pure form of love for us humans to leave one another when it has become apparent that some particular aspect of our relationships are irreparable.<br />
<br />
Even if the word was never uttered, it is undoubtably a form of love to want the best and most pain-free life for those whom we care for. So, when that special someone walks away from us, sharing sincere gratitude for our being and concern for our emotions, it is necessary to take it to heart that while it may not have been the form of love that perhaps we were searching for, it was love enough for an individual to know that we deserved beyond what they could give.<br />
<br />
This should be a comfort. We must consider that we have been loved, and will one day be loved to an even fuller capacity.Marisa Zoccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989280204094850236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2342010530050932450.post-6447621452485877152012-05-29T21:12:00.002-07:002012-05-29T21:39:25.405-07:00OrgasmKnees bent up like the mountains;<br />
They continue to rise as the sun;<br />
Breathing in his wind ,<br />
Their breath becomes one.<br />
<br />
A quake begins to tremble<br />
As if converging plates collide<br />
Rivers start to flow<br />
Still the shaking won't subside.<br />
<br />
A twisting of the limbs<br />
Like trees colliding in the sky<br />
Bringing him in further still<br />
Like the pulling of the tide.<br />
<br />
The stone of her smooth back<br />
Lifts into an arch<br />
And sediment is placed inside<br />
A crevice in the dark<br />
<br />
Until eventually the world described<br />
Begins to disappear<br />
And all that's left, in ecstasy;<br />
Is him holding her near.Marisa Zoccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989280204094850236noreply@blogger.com0