when armadillos attack

i keep coming up with a tarot
and loose carrot. no it's not just
words slapped together
they actually mean something.
nice hattrick if you can get it

my son brought home hobbes today.
maybe hobbes we still have to consult
on the name, a summer cat
in the midst of a summer bender almost gone around the corner.
i have been letting him wrap himself
in a cocoon of video games -- a three week
slumber party. my indulgence knows
few bounds. the things the boys discover
on the internet stay on the internet.
i tell them no on porn my comp.
my comp. but they can use the pc.
they really like south park
and i hope the vulgarity overdose turns them polite.
how pandora is that?

exy
there's a good new adjective

as in listen don't talk to jason right now
his girl left so he's all exy.

or


she so exy with all those nieman marcus bags.




























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so what am i doin since i kicked the loverboy out?
seein him way too much, basically.
we both got new cats today. he found the ad called
me looking
for a cat carrier and i'm all like can i go?

he takes me n j
to this woman's house it's obvious
she lives alone, cute
short tanned 30s blonde damn
i bet
he's thinkin if only
she didn't come (meaning me)elipses
into a truncated fantasy of eyes meeting and smiles
exchanged maybe more the boy
can talk , weaned on penthouse
forum and i'm obliquely tryin to teach him how
to tell if she's interested, never give away that
he and i are/were/are/re/maybe/not so later
if he gets
some balls he can call her or maybe he'll see her
in the store ,recognise
her ,they'll tell cat
stories and my god
why do
i do
this?
















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one of the ads
he answered
the woman told him
she only had two
left , survivors
from an armadillo attack
he could have them both
for 25 or one for 20.


















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later the floors were vaccuumed
and (maybe)hobbes played with the strings
from the venetian blinds , scratched
the couch/sorry suz/ fell
asleep on my son's chest.
the computer glow falling across their faces
like light in the louvre.

at j's apt his cat was under the futon
a pale orange creamsicle he calls
shy. we cuddled for an hour , shy
crept between our legs. when i close
my eyes everything turns yellow .



































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it's hard to believe
life's teaching you the lesson
you read about or watched on tv
that yes it's happening
right now to you. the glass security
makes everything so distant. two tons
of metal between you and anything
short of tornado that can move you .
you find yourself referring to yourself
in third person familiar. you dis
associate on dating sites, dates, over coffee
in front of the mic in front of the screen
as the seconds advance and your body
begs for sleep but what is this
body
and its needs. a shell that carries
leprosy and lashes out at the innocent
because it's filled with nothing but?
i always thought armadillos were like anteaters
basically a danger only to insects
but i guess when you're hungry
anything warm and smaller than you
is fair game.