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Friday, February 17, 2006

Vacation questions

I got my tax return and I need to spend it on my flight and bills before I spend it all on crap. (I am a master at spending money on crap!)

I'm flying out to Seattle for about 10 days in July but I'm not sure how I should book my flight. The cheapest I've found is a little under $300. I know that priceline(?) lets you name your own price, but doesn't tell you the time and date until the flight is confirmed.

I don't mind doing that since I don't need to be there for a specific event but I would rather know the time in advance. Also, I want to be out there for about 10 days in July/August. I would like the trip to span two weekends, but I'm flexible for a cheap flight.

How do travel agents work? Do travel agents even exist anymore? Is there a site I can type in "10-14 days July 1- August 15" and it will just give me the best deals according to those instructions??

Please help !

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

more untitled poetry!

This is a revision of something I wrote during the past year. I don't think I've posted it before and it definitely fits my "long poem" theme.


Stabbing into me
over
and
over
severing my legs
apart, entering my exposed
gut (a fish leaking
and torn) I don't want to scare
you so I gasp
"harder"
and
"faster"
softly, urgently as if your body left mine
a choice. You comply
knifing me
over
and
over
premeditated (presumed sane) the way
you rest before going
at it again. Ignoring the steady
stream of dripping
blood.

at least I'm writing ...

This is a draft of something I wrote for class. I'll work on sex'n it up (my writing, not the baby poem) for next week.


I feel only horror (pity
and terror) as infants tear
through should-stay tiny
holes, arriving with the suspicious
appearance of limbed leaches.

I see photos
and say, "I'm so happy
for you." I really feel so
sorry. (I would have bought your birth
control.)

When I consider adopting an orphan
puppy I think of my lost
weekends and spent
money, quickly becoming fearful
of fish.

I feel embarrassed
(by my embarrassment) over
my anger about the taxes I pay
for your child's education and the returns I can never see.