Inventory #569: Travel-size lotion

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REGARDING CONSIDERATION

I consider myself dry. I consider myself careful, straightforward, devoid of metaphor. My dreams are another story, full of witches and cars that won’t start. Where is the ignition! I scream, and the car just starts rolling. I’m like that, too—happy to be moved in any direction. I consider myself and I look real hard. Then I look away.

Inventory #568: Zabar’s mug

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REGARDING DRYING OFF

It was safe to make decisions at night when everyone else was in the night, too. It may have been our duty, now that I think about it, to walk up and down that street. I asked Is it a super moon and you said Maybe. Restraint, not confusion, a loose thread dying to get cut. It was the night and we knew what we wanted and we did not do it. 

Some photos from last week’s Tin House Writer’s Workshop at Reed College in Portland, Oregon. I worked with Jo Ann Beard, one of my all-time favorite writers, and I read my essay, “The Boys of My Youth” (named after her essay collection), in front of her. During a lecture she gave, she said, “Making art is difficult. It’s supposed to be difficult. Essaying means to try, and I tried.”
Some photos from last week’s Tin House Writer’s Workshop at Reed College in Portland, Oregon. I worked with Jo Ann Beard, one of my all-time favorite writers, and I read my essay, “The Boys of My Youth” (named after her essay collection), in front of her. During a lecture she gave, she said, “Making art is difficult. It’s supposed to be difficult. Essaying means to try, and I tried.”
Some photos from last week’s Tin House Writer’s Workshop at Reed College in Portland, Oregon. I worked with Jo Ann Beard, one of my all-time favorite writers, and I read my essay, “The Boys of My Youth” (named after her essay collection), in front of her. During a lecture she gave, she said, “Making art is difficult. It’s supposed to be difficult. Essaying means to try, and I tried.”
Some photos from last week’s Tin House Writer’s Workshop at Reed College in Portland, Oregon. I worked with Jo Ann Beard, one of my all-time favorite writers, and I read my essay, “The Boys of My Youth” (named after her essay collection), in front of her. During a lecture she gave, she said, “Making art is difficult. It’s supposed to be difficult. Essaying means to try, and I tried.”

Some photos from last week’s Tin House Writer’s Workshop at Reed College in Portland, Oregon. I worked with Jo Ann Beard, one of my all-time favorite writers, and I read my essay, “The Boys of My Youth” (named after her essay collection), in front of her. During a lecture she gave, she said, “Making art is difficult. It’s supposed to be difficult. Essaying means to try, and I tried.”

Inventory #567: Tinted moisturizer

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REGARDING SWIMMING IN THE HOTEL POOL

It was like a bath, we were like babies waiting to be lifted, I said The walls look like bamboo and you said Yeah. I said I feel like the trouble we are making is actual water and you said Yeah. I drove us home with all the buttons turned on, the air all the way up, couldn’t hear what I was saying. I thought we might be protected, and it turns out we were. 

Inventory #566: Camcorder

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REGARDING COLLECTING

I heard my name and I turned to look at you. It was a gazing contest with a grand prize I wanted. The room won by default with its emptiness. I pressed a button so I could keep you.

Inventory #564: I Want to Die by Walter Mackey

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REGARDING LIKING THAT

My attitude sits at the foot of my bed. He’s covered with dirt and longing and strangers avoiding eye contact. My attitude waits for food like a good boy and sometimes I will let food fall out of my mouth. My attitude is learning to behave. He watches television and holds his breath underwater and watches my face and learns and learns.

Inventory #563: Mattifying powder with brush

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REGARDING MY EIGHT BEAUTIFUL ARMS 

If there were eight of you, I’d touch one at a time, then all at once. Would you like that? I’d like that. 

Inventory #562: 123A Lithium battery

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REGARDING CONTINUITY

I will not move, I will stay still in the light, the camera will test the angles of my face and I will pass. Flying is for dreaming and the movies and I’m involved in both. I have eight beautiful arms and a job for each of them. 

Inventory #561: Fun Camp by Gabe Durham

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REGARDING ERROR

When you’re improvising and you hit a bad note, hit it again a few times. Own the note, shine your brights on it, let everyone know you are up to something. 

—Gabe Durham