the Nixionary

It’s late and I’m wide awake on account of leaving the world for a number of hours today. Some things of note happen today during my surgical procedure:
1. The anaesthesiologist (whom I distrust/fear/scrutinize more than anyone because of the timely release of that movie Awake) says, “Here, will you just hold these [...]

My dad told me yesterday that seniors don’t EVER have to return library books. What kind of a load of crap is that? Just because they’re old, they get to keep books out FOREVER? What if old people die, which they do, and then their books just get all crinkly and disintegrate? [...]

Burglar is perhaps the wierdest word I’ve ever seen.
Get this:
I left a bar in downtown Denver with about twelve friends late last night.   There was such a random group of us gallavanting, that we just assumed someone knew “that guy in the leather jacket.” We found out later no one knew who he [...]

While the dead bird’s roasting, my Thanksgiving goes something like this:
I go to the airport to pick up my priest brother, David, from his pilgrimage to Fatima, where the Virgin Mary appeared to three children in 1917, and we’re late for dinner. Uncle Jody (a 300 pound Mexican-Italian I’ve never seen without a flannel [...]

Weird. And what are you?
Folding everything important
except liquid, drenched
with inopportune sweat,
ten digits
like a phone number,
seizing like talons
though we don’t
necessarily find
our own food
or anything really
to hold onto.
My grandma
used mine to
clasp her bra
behind her shingled back,
asked if I could
tie her shoes
when her knuckles
turned to knobs.
These pointed things
on our twisty wrists
are performances
of young and love
and young love.
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