Author Archives: indecisiongirl

Don’t believe me When I say I’m okay I’m just waiting for you to contradict me (and when you won’t I draw the knife a little farther) Don’t you see the blood? (and when you don’t I dig the knife … Continue reading →

Honey, I’m tired. This is like a funnel I took for a cup: I keep pouring and pouring my hopes, my soul, into it and wonder why it’s empty. Yet I haven’t asked for more yet. Until then, I will … Continue reading →

Yale students get the rare opportunity to see future CEOs, Nobel Prize winners, and government officials stumbling around like idiots on a fairly regular basis. It’s an unusual weekend when I don’t hear several people drunkenly caterwauling beneath my window, … Continue reading →

Only two people will read this English paper. One of them is me.

We hide behind The walls and veils and eyelids That keep us from seeing The glass-spun trees, stars, toes We are such scarred and callused soles Walking alone As the glass melts From the trees We accept The walls and … Continue reading →

My grandfather lives in a little house in Georgetown, TX. He’s lived there for five years, enough time for the deer and armadillos to know where to come to nibble on carefully tended hibiscus plants, enough time for his bookshelves … Continue reading →

me (3:52:30 PM): tell me a fun story Sequences boy (3:53:41 PM): hm Sequences boy (3:53:50 PM): once upon a time six mice lived in a little farm in wessex Sequences boy (3:54:12 PM): the six mice kept small animals … Continue reading →

I’m developing a theory of myself. It really only applies in certain circumstances, but where it does apply, it applies almost without fault. The theory is that my consciousness or whatever is, that I am, that my concept of myself … Continue reading →

Until about a year, maybe a year and a half ago, I would have this reoccurring dream in which my teeth would fall out. It was very disturbing. Sometimes they would start out very loose—I could wiggle them with my … Continue reading →

I come from a family that uses tissues, not Kleenex; cotton swabs, not Q-tips; that makes photocopies, not Xeroxes; a family that doesn’t tape movies off of TV or download free music off of the internet–an intellectual property family. My … Continue reading →