let us join hands and pray for the winter to end it’s freezing in this cell& our cells are freezingpray that we will get marriedto books that will treat us wellpray for deathto come slow and painfulso you’ll get one more chancelet us pray for mother earth& world peacelet us pray to find twenty bucksContinue reading “your hymnal looks infected”
Category Archives: poetry
hello again
it is 5am and you are listening to your roommate’s podcasts through a closed door
we could be mirrors
you know what it isto starve on a full stomachto walk in cold rainlike you can wash the words looselike your sore feet will write for you& you know what it is to implode tonight only the dirt’s visiblethere are condoms & needles in my drivewayboth used and i used to laughthere’s another —another sadContinue reading “we could be mirrors”
sometimes the painkillers make the pain worse
it is tempting but incorrectto think of yourselfin this way (you are not the oyster,you are the pearl) and this hollow is nothingunless you shine a torchlighting empty depthsstill: it seems fullat least in the dark (you cannot live there,your body still holds you) building the ground you stand onbuilding hands to grasp youdigging dirtContinue reading “sometimes the painkillers make the pain worse”
multiverse
once i was a tree & you were a birdwho lived in me. they cut me downto build a fire & you were the flame.once we were two flowers grownfrom the same seed. you were a fox;i was the water you drank. you moved next toand through & in meand I breathed youand you spokeContinue reading “multiverse”
one voice that whispers to itself
you know i think i knowsomething about that deep-downthing of which you’ve never spokenin daylight under cigarette haze if this makes you uncomfortablethen i won’t say it out loudafter this many bad shapesi’m questioning my fitsettling and ambitionlet’s take itand fake what we can getit’s all the same, no? so then why the despairgod isContinue reading “one voice that whispers to itself”
i mailed my old copy of infinite jest to italy because i couldn’t stand to look at it anymore
if you love something,never get paid for it. i’m a postage amateurfinally best to my bestswelling this blue boxand this oneheavy as my lungs he’s been out a long timeunseen as ever& spotted in an unclear skyshaking leaf to rootviolent splendor/violent love i can’t change my bonesor dodge this perfumefresh money, babysmells good enough toContinue reading “i mailed my old copy of infinite jest to italy because i couldn’t stand to look at it anymore”
windower
there’s so much blood herewe’ll never get the stain outempty for your uncarved imagestraightening undertwin waterfalls i’m on a road paved with dead shoes& glittering insect shellscan’t feel painwithout a body to burnand the sheets never held so much heatyou can’t fake this shit, not now over black coffee, over noise rocktake the map butContinue reading “windower”
it isn’t how it sounds
i am weary of this dance with my thoughtsprotecting them from intrudersa red-winged blackbird screamingfrom her nest& begging disinterest to lift& fade like a fog i am free butthe words on my pageare belongingsdemanded and covetedagainst my desiresand of my desires & desires against desires i am weary of taking messagesamanuensis to your musehello theContinue reading “it isn’t how it sounds”
special thanks
thanks for getting me those american spirit coupons since my id is expiredthanks for singing phillip collins at my requestthanks for not holding a grudge about all that fucking production dramathanks for showing up smelling like cucumbersthanks for buying me wine since my id is expiredthanks for accepting my ramen-noodle peace offeringthanks for not tryingContinue reading “special thanks”
mattress dungeon 