Artist Peter Cook, grew this living garden chair using tree shaping methods, primarily training a living tree through constricting the direction of branch growth. The chair took about eight years to grow.
he’s wearing crocs
"I want to either open a liquor store or a funeral parlor."
"Why those two things?"
"I figure those are the two things that everyone needs."
GOD DAMN IT DAPHNE
Azurite and malachite
As the moon ascends
The wolves come out to see the end
They hide from view and wait
To watch the ghost inside you come awake
Sunburnt, I’m waiting in my car. Just me and Jessica, through the speakers. It doesn’t smell like your dog yet, but it’s about to. I won’t mind.
The next morning when I get home and am sitting on the toilet, I will notice the water blisters on my arm, and I’ll feel like human bubble wrap. I’ll pop them and know where that sweat came from. But right now I’m drinking this vodka and waiting for you to come outside, trying to make this moment more romantic than it deserves to be.
It’s not until about three weeks later when I get all those mosquito bites, ten right in a row, forming a swollen constellation on my right arm (only), which will fascinate me on the couch in your bedroom. Tonight, I still have never seen your bedroom, only the room where your mother died. When the skin finally starts to peel, I’ll be at home on my own couch. There won’t be anything particularly remarkable or memorable about the experience.
Another shot, and I’m pretending like I still care if someone I love is hurting, and I’m crying hard, but (even though I am alone in my car) I think it’s just for show, just for attention.
1. The stuff beneath my underwear really started to exist when I was trapped on the balcony with my best friend and inside, through the fogged windows, we could see her mom and some guy we assumed to be her boyfriend moving with so much focus on the middle segment of their bodies. They disappeared into the bedroom while clutching and wresting and I stared at my best friend recognizing that there was something different about her but in some way I could see that she thought there was something different about me. We ran to the bathroom and stood pantless and in shock and with so many questions like, How do you even pee?
2. Sex ed. and diagrams and worksheets. Label A: The Ovaries. It’s lunch period and we are copying each others worksheets drawing lines to the fallopian tube and reminding each other that there are two ovaries and Mr. Feink is going to mark you down if you don’t draw lines to both. But across the courtyard and staring at me is Julie in whose agenda I’d written dirty jokes from a book my friend found at our bus stop and I’d illustrated the jokes to the best of my understanding. In my scribbles and drawings, blow jobs really included a lot of blowing of air on to the privates as if the penis was like a sail to be raised by wind. She laughed and I didn’t know she laughed because maybe she knew better. That summer while we lulled away the vacation, I ended up in another bathroom with her showing me something she’d seen in a movie. It’s so funny, she said. It’s almost tasteless. It’s just like the taste of the skin on the back of your hand.
3. My girlfriend’s mom hands me another beer with a sly wink then whispers, Only because it’s a holiday. I take a sip and notice the metallic tinge that the beer has on the tip of my tongue. I make a weird face and her mom laughs and she comes up to me and grabs the beer from my hand and drinks from it. She says, I guess it’s something you get used to. It’s good, I half lie to her while fuzzy from the two previous beers and I grab the beer back from her hands and take a bigger gulp just like she did because I want to be one of those guys that drink beer. She puts a hand on the lap above my swimming trunks and I take another drink but longer this time but so much that I can’t get it down in a single gulp. She leans in and takes the beer from my hand and places it on the coffee table then wipes a drop of the liquid from my lips. I feel warm and the couch is absorbing me and I’m drunk for the first time in my life and she leans in close almost to breathe on my shoulder and neck and her other hand comes up to my chest but then right at that moment I realize I need to pee.
4. Jogging again with my ex and we’re slowing down our pace to maintain a conversation. She starts to tell me about the benefits of her juice fast and I use my four units of Basics of Nutrition to explain to her that a sustained high fructose diet might not be as good as she thinks it is. But whatever, she diverts the conversation to state how she knows exactly what her body needs and she gives a hard slap on my ass and quickly jogs up the stairs to her apartment. I follow, of course — no, I chase. We end up on her bed doing some cool down exercises. She showers and I’m still there on the sweaty bed when she’s getting dressed for work. Do the sheets for me, she says and she shakes a big coffee mug next to the bed filled with quarters. I tell her that she’s so romantic and I wrap myself up like a burrito with her sheets and hop all the way to the fridge for something to drink but there’s only muddy, rainbow-gradiented juice in mason jars. No wonder she tasted so weird, I think. But her skin looks good.
Photo credit: Simon Chandra
FUN FACT: These eggs are evil. Octopus babies are evil. Let me tell you why. The octopus mother lays her eggs in a cave roof and spends 6 months guarding them from potential predators and swaying the eggs with her tentacle so they get oxygen. This means she doesn’t eat or sleep until they hatch. When the octopus babies hatch, she dies from fatigue and starvation. THEN THEY FUCKING EAT HER. THEY EAT THEIR MOTHER WHO DIED BECAUSE SHE WAS LOOKING AFTER THEM. THEY. EAT. HER.
This sounds like what my mother said i did to her
Something I dislike about the day I’m having:
At some point last night I apparently hit my head pretty hard on something. I have no idea what, but now I have a big tender spot on my head.
we’ve come full circle