Category: ‘writing’

ode of despondency

August 6, 2014 Posted by gretchen

ode of despondency

this novelty
of love
knocked
on
my door. (more…)

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someone has youtube

August 2, 2014 Posted by gretchen

After being shitty over my second “husband” deleting all of my videos during another alcoholic episode, I decided to fire youtube up again today.

Uh oh.

My first project from my video poetry page. Me reading The Summer That Burned Me over Mind One.

That one hurt, blog tribe. Never trust a pair of violet eyes.

 

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the summer that burned me

August 1, 2014 Posted by gretchen

the summer that burned me

hibernating. to protect from outside
weather. a fast season of summer came
with sandy gold locks and violet blue eyes.
convincing me temperatures stay the same.
winter petals clenched. drooping to the floor. (more…)

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mandatory retreat

July 30, 2014 Posted by gretchen

mandatory retreat

You show up unannounced again, three days after I say I can’t see you anymore and six weeks after we meet. I would have told you not to come. But you caught me off guard, like the day I first saw you.

There are things that I do and things that I have done that you will never know. It’s why you can’t keep coming here. It’s why I never should have agreed to see you twice.

You think things about me that are not true. I order my fourth drink during our third dinner together and you say, “Man, I can’t drink like that, especially not on a weeknight.” (more…)

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directions of destruction

July 27, 2014 Posted by gretchen

directions of destruction

i cut my wrist. vertical. crashing. slay.
horizontal. a lay down way to say
these are the ways that i hurt myself. pay.
choking descriptions of “it’s a bad day”.
i am telling you what i never speak. (more…)

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    FollowMeToNYC expresses daily thoughts of Gretchen Cello that tend to change with the tides. Naturally these concepts do not reflect those of her employer... or anyone else you may see her walking down the sidewalk with one day.
 
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