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Jane Yoo - Feb 11 (Lists)
Jul. 5th, 2008 05:32 pmJane Yoo - Feb 11 (Lists)
1. The no color sky. The still tall buildings.
2. The book of Job and dreaming: cutting an avocado.
3. An avocado, unfolding.
3. The wind. The neon sign at the top of the street.
4. Sunday. Mothers at dinner and they're beautiful.
5. A feather in a jacket's stitching.
6. A feather on the back of a sweater.
7. Foods not okay to be seen eating alone: food on the bone.
8. The lights in Chinatown.
9. I was drunk and tired and spilling things. I leaned forward and spilled champagne on a woman's coat. He hid me in a hallway.
10. The snow in the evening. The empty avenue. To see the lights change at the same time.
11. Nobody told me.
12. The lanterns in the park. Empty.
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1. Tiles where the train is.
2. People waiting. People leaning.
3. People sitting on a bench with their legs crossed the same way.
4. And on the train: the shoes of other people and new shoes.
5. A man sleeping in a woman's coat.
6. The cars in the morning. Their headlights.
7. Everyday, I like nice things.
8. In the basement: Plain 16oz hot cup.
9. The wooden escalator. The sound it makes.
10. A kid takes something sweet out of his bag. Bites it softly.
11. A woman sewing. Her threads on the floor.
12. A man's shirt: 16, 32-33.
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1. There are clouds. They are strange and small and close.
2. I'm eating chicken off the bone in my bedroom.
3. I'm picking at the scab at the back of my ankle.
4. I said if I didn't know by then I would kill myself.
5. I keep staring at the water boiling. The pot. Those white rings.
6. I went back outside. Everything was the same.
7. I like: the feel of my teeth, the dirty pillowcase.
8. Lipstick and I'm learning a lot.
9. A new thing: Hanging up my coat.
10. The vegetable shaving dried to the sink.
11. The men working. The building in the window.
12. My stomach. The wind and the building.
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I'm nervous and anxious and sleeping with the heat off again. It makes noises like something bad. Sometimes I stand at the window.
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(There's the port and the car door
and we sit. A foil corner, a bottle,
a jar, its mouth. Everything in the sun.)
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It's not magic: the snow turning into rain and then snow again.
1. The no color sky. The still tall buildings.
2. The book of Job and dreaming: cutting an avocado.
3. An avocado, unfolding.
3. The wind. The neon sign at the top of the street.
4. Sunday. Mothers at dinner and they're beautiful.
5. A feather in a jacket's stitching.
6. A feather on the back of a sweater.
7. Foods not okay to be seen eating alone: food on the bone.
8. The lights in Chinatown.
9. I was drunk and tired and spilling things. I leaned forward and spilled champagne on a woman's coat. He hid me in a hallway.
10. The snow in the evening. The empty avenue. To see the lights change at the same time.
11. Nobody told me.
12. The lanterns in the park. Empty.
------------------
1. Tiles where the train is.
2. People waiting. People leaning.
3. People sitting on a bench with their legs crossed the same way.
4. And on the train: the shoes of other people and new shoes.
5. A man sleeping in a woman's coat.
6. The cars in the morning. Their headlights.
7. Everyday, I like nice things.
8. In the basement: Plain 16oz hot cup.
9. The wooden escalator. The sound it makes.
10. A kid takes something sweet out of his bag. Bites it softly.
11. A woman sewing. Her threads on the floor.
12. A man's shirt: 16, 32-33.
--------------------
1. There are clouds. They are strange and small and close.
2. I'm eating chicken off the bone in my bedroom.
3. I'm picking at the scab at the back of my ankle.
4. I said if I didn't know by then I would kill myself.
5. I keep staring at the water boiling. The pot. Those white rings.
6. I went back outside. Everything was the same.
7. I like: the feel of my teeth, the dirty pillowcase.
8. Lipstick and I'm learning a lot.
9. A new thing: Hanging up my coat.
10. The vegetable shaving dried to the sink.
11. The men working. The building in the window.
12. My stomach. The wind and the building.
---------------------
I'm nervous and anxious and sleeping with the heat off again. It makes noises like something bad. Sometimes I stand at the window.
-------------------
(There's the port and the car door
and we sit. A foil corner, a bottle,
a jar, its mouth. Everything in the sun.)
-----------------
It's not magic: the snow turning into rain and then snow again.
