this box of brainsfeels so much lessthan special at timeswishing that my favoriteartists weren’t so uncoolor that i cared about houseplantsand had an eye for decoratingor a gender identityor that i played tennis really wellthat languages would stickand i could cite theorywhile i give you a glimpseof the horsehead nebulathrough my elaborate telescopebefore utterly blowingContinue reading “compared to all the local celebrities”
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two out of three
in the beginning was the wordquickened fluttering in the stomachgiven breath and borninto its shape in your mouthwe handle this verbal claywith varying levels of gracei missed your mastery of sculpturethe voluptuous, luscious Llike slow-dripped honeythe uh a rounded bubblerising with its soft throaty thrustthe V carved sharpby teeth against lipsmudged edge of lush forestonContinue reading “two out of three”
lock your own door, pt. ii
should i switch to tequilain spite of our rotten limesfeet in lead bootsroll me into the riverwatch me sinkin defiance of your expectationsoh you thought i’d fightyou thought i’d swimyou did did yousorry to disappointbut what’s else is new my patience is as shortas your memoryor your attention spanor the straw i drewdown on youContinue reading “lock your own door, pt. ii”
nocturne: swamp thing
something about standingin a swamp slimed with pond scumbuilding a bridge with fallen treessurprised at what i can carrythese strangers approachcalling me by namethey have a letter for memistakenly delivered years agowhen it would have matteredthe envelope is covered withnotes about how to find methey’ve made it a mystery to solvethey seem so proud myContinue reading “nocturne: swamp thing”
portrait photography
does a camera existwhich could catch you as you arebreaking intense focusto bathe me with a smilethat clicky-tic noise you makehands deep in a developing bagblack t shirt and simon joynerplaying in the rainy breezeand grey light soft as your sheetsone bare dirty foot stretchedtoward me, sitting on the bedreading this shitty novel
if you get an outfit you can be a cowboy too
normally you wouldn’t be caught deadwith someone who looks like mein this embarrassing dresswith the fringe and sequinsand the blisters in my heels it’s tiring making the effortnails broken down to nothingpainted hot pink and shimmeringgold like the fillings in yourperfect teeth sinking deep we still come up short we have thisin common and it’sContinue reading “if you get an outfit you can be a cowboy too”
i’ll dream of this in december
wet heat so profound lungs swell shut the fan oscillatesdriving muggy airback and forthover soaking sheetsmidnight and the breezeforces garbage flavorsdown in a gulpwe are automaticfalling into a hazeof dreams that sort ofresembles sleephalf-wake with stickyskin iron-on patchedto each other andi want you but i can’t move
presentation/projection
she makes a point of telling me there are things i won’t tell you i can’t trust that you won’t melt down and betray me he drives me home and i tell him i am afraid of my own organs he nods and says yes my wife is like that, too your heart is anContinue reading “presentation/projection”
it’s wasting time either way
enclose yourself in that stand of red pines so i can demonstrate just how high they climb from the sand of their birth i wear my mother’s old ringon my smallest fingera stone for each childcomes up five gems shorti wear my mother’s namebound around my lips waste time with melet’s find an escapefrom theseContinue reading “it’s wasting time either way”
toxic waste bucket brigade
call it a rewatch of a shitty movie that had a predictable ending the first time an endless regifting of love me to you to her to him a sweet package with a bow never meant for its final recipient and of course he won’t want it it’s monogrammed with your initials call it aContinue reading “toxic waste bucket brigade”
mattress dungeon 