on the moral integrity of recent immigrants in the mani/pedi industry

how long
does it take to
find disreputable
koreans to shave this callous
off me?

fires in
the hills have had
smoke washing down over
the flats, covering the house
with smog,

leaving
thin coats of ash
on my bike seat. wildfires!
why live in a place where your house
burns down?

june 26
the fact
that i need a
sublet in brooklyn that
accepts cats and maybe boyfriends:
baffling.

june 25 (on enough already!)
google,
your targeted
ads keep reminding me
of greece, which i've been trying to
forget.

june 20 (on colliding interests)
asian
baby sing-a-
longs, swimming and pizza
makes for the only good day in
sf.

june 21 (on lake anza salvation)
it's so
HOT here, but the
ocean is so FRIGID,
and we got yelled at for jumping
off rocks.

june 22
popcorn
hangovers are
far worse than any hang-
over ever caused by marga-
ritas.

june 23 (on those who know exactly what they're getting into)
when you
said indy jones
four was unrealistic,
what movie did you mean to see,
moron?

june 24 (on repeating history's mistakes)
when will
i learn that of
all possible impulse
buys, big melons are the worst of
them all?

june 17, 18, 19 (on recent eats)
if i
had known the truth
about quesadillas
(they take but a second to make)
surely

i would
be much fatter
today. big salads take
forever to chop up, but they
last just

as long.
this has been a
message from the ladies
home journal newsletter, june
'08.

on california's recent sunlessness.

june gloom
is real. i don't
know how it's real, i was
certain you were lying to me.
alas.

june 15 (on questionable female liberation)
i'm not
sure why we don't
fuck anymore, but i
am positive about my vib
rator.

june 14
as glad
as i am that
you work in the cupcake
industry, my bikini won't
share thanks.

june 13
moving
will always, ALL
ways, make me nostalgic,
no matter how badly i need
to leave.

june 12 (on every birthday card i threw away)
am i
buying you an
ipod because our room
is too small, or is it a part-
ing gift?

june 11
i so
deeply fear the
loss of rainier cherry
season, my wallet stays always
empty.