Tag Archives: poetry

bed bath & beyond: a play in four acts

i’ll shave my legsbecause radical feminists don’tthree inches above the kneebecause nice girls don’twouldn’t be a part of any clubthat might have mei’ll run a brush through my hairbut it won’t mean anything i have received your messageand look forwardto our future partnershipsalthough i must admita certain reluctanceto trade this book for black lace selahContinue reading “bed bath & beyond: a play in four acts”

i’ve had better responses to mirrors

hunched on a brokeback couchwith a clutched cigarettei get what he was going forbut when i read poetryi want something more sensoryor emotionalhe says, it was emotional for mebut these emotions are newand nameless and abstracti’m not annoyedsome people don’t like cilantroor yellow, or swimmingbut it was like reading a photo albumthe pictures are prettybutContinue reading “i’ve had better responses to mirrors”

this one weird trick

you can stay up late playing video gamesyou can quit your diet and eat white breadnobody cares that you didn’t showeryou never have to take your clothes off there’s a secret languagewhich can shorten life expectancyyou’ll feel better having learned itso much taller and braverwith those words in your head he said why do youContinue reading “this one weird trick”

at least there was movement

a point of exhaustion whereyou have chills and two lumpsrising on your head and allyou can think about ishow he tangles up in youwhen you go to sleep at nightthe short distance feelsimpossible to cross baby imiss your body next to minei have tried so hard for naughti never said what it means to meallContinue reading “at least there was movement”

i never dream about the mountains

might be there’s a lessonabout choosing to move forwardwalking on blisterstrundling forwardon nothing but the sheer hopethat there’s an oasisin the next mile strange to think we loved each otherin interesting timesthat if we all survive thisthe memory will be infectedwith the ones who were the closest strap on the time helmettake me back toContinue reading “i never dream about the mountains”

wildheart

in the beginningshe sent everyone out of the roomand asked me: do you believein demons?i’ll answer your question, i saidbut first we have to definewhat a demon is i asked her: whydid you steal the patient listfrom the nurses’ stationshe said, they had mugshots of uswhy can’t they just remember our names do you needContinue reading “wildheart”

truth or time or bodies or enlightenment or awareness or

my love are you stillbreathing in the depthssomewhere in my spiriti have missed our talksunder water dark as icejust a short swim awayfrom the city of lightsi never got to visit you told me if i left that dayi would never be able to returnand there were so many peoplewaiting to meet me down belowmyContinue reading “truth or time or bodies or enlightenment or awareness or”

nocturne: the sea appears at a certain depth

language practicein a grimy dinerlaughing at gibberishshe followed me outto film the parking lotaspin behind the camerai joined the dancersdizzy with cobblestonescutting our feet bloodyi caught branches to swingin the soft grey dampfloating upward becomes naturalif you let go of gravitya simple matter of pointinghead as compass and engineto rocket into the bluethree layers ofContinue reading “nocturne: the sea appears at a certain depth”

cassavetes pt ii

a suicidal instinct can manifest in one’s choice of partner we push each other out of line and hope to make chalk lines out of these piles of snow when he says: let’s drink and drivei spring for the 12% abvwhen the road twists aheadmy laugh echoes off the shale wallsi know which songs toContinue reading “cassavetes pt ii”