My (not really an ode) Ode to Cleveland: What I hate, miss, love, and spew

• Rediscovering the Philippines via Art/Arty/Arthur
• The family of deer shitting always in front of my gate
• Inhalers, doctors appointments., steroids, zoloft.
• Seeing one of my best friends after two months of non-sight and saying, "Look at your nose ring and your trendy clothes." Then she looked at me and we laughed.
  
• Dog hairs in eyeballs, eyesball.
• Arguing heatedly with mom and friend over whether we should get Edmund Fitzgerald (coffee beer/them) or Dortmunder Gold (strong beer/me). The former wins of course and I like the Fitzgerald more than the Dortmunder.
• Book stores and Jay Reatard!
• Piss colored tissue paper leaves and soggy day dog walks.
• Finally laying with her in her new bed in her new room and watching Japanese horror movies. Someone was hanging upside down so she had to cover my eyes because when someone hangs upside down in a movie I faint.
• Slimy dog noses and baking organic dog treats and that overwhelming smell of cinnamon and not shit.
• Standing outside at 2am and hearing absolutely nothing except the faint sound of tires and trains and my ears start ringing and I realize that I am constantly bombarded with sound and the silence is more beautiful than I remember and I saw a dead cat on the highway.
• People asking Jam if I am really going to marry Fenimore and her saying, Yes.
• Fen (claim to fame; alcoholism and his "treason" and "punk forever" tattoos he got when he was 18) enlisting in the navy "for the money man," and his dog having to move to Las Vegas/Norway with Zach and Osla.
• My Life/ A pause, a rose, something on paper.
• My freckled face Asian half brother with the asshole dad.
• Skinned elbows! Road-rashed knees!
  
• My asshole dad being in Cologne or Paris or Helsinki or some other beautiful European country and me being in O-H-I-O I don't want to fuckin' go.
• "Tim Gunn's Guide to Style" and television" CABLE, a monster.
• My mom's hideous brown trench coat and scrubs.
• My coffee stained bed and my shitty old skateboard.
• Buying my Papaw a card with a fuzzy green bird in red high heels on the front and on the inside, "I am glad you were born." They will laugh when they get it and tell all of their senile old friend that their granddaughter is "an artist" to risk confusion and then they will vote Republican.
• Dry skin peel off tattoos, sweet tats. I am MOLTING.
• How deep has your voice gotten, how long have your legs grown, oh hairy giraffe?
• How my other brother always says, "and how."
• Warm sleep bed
• That 4 hour drive here through cornfields and armories, that 4 hour drive back through cornfields and armories.
• Rewind, repeat previous statement Tuesday night.
• Buying the to-fuckin-furkey.
  
• How will I have time to do everything I need to in Cincinnati, so maybe I shouldn't go back, I don't want to go back, knowing that I can't live or survive here though.
• Being a "smart ass asshole".
• Being told that Cincinnati has made me meaner, but they kind of like it.
• Ugly haircuts, mohair camel.
• That cliched poem about home being where the heart is.