I was going to flat-out accuse Blake Butler of stealing my hypnopompia for his own nefarious, writerly purposes when Kathy told me of Insomnia Door, but now I love him because it made me exclaim loud and complimentary things such as, "Holy shit, that was a great poem!"
Off topic: I looked up convolute in the dictionary, and I'm still not entirely sure what it means or why.
Vodka gimlets are three parts vodka, one part lime juice. That I understand.
Even more off topic: Bread bowl soup from Camille's is made by the devil. Or of the devil. Either way, ouch.
Back on topic: Read the poem.
4 comments:
sarah is a kind girl.
hypnopompia is scary.
somehow i missed your post about it. that was a really good post.
thank you for linking me and for making exclamations. ;)
I am not kind. I simply tell the truth.
yeah that poem is good. anything with "XXL" in it is good. not that that is its only virtue of course.
sarah often tries to strangle me in her sleep. it is also scary for the spouse. one time i woke up with a perm. she claims she has no recollection but i could smell it on her hands. yeeeii.
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