“right.”

the sentence a string of pearls, brokenwords accurate and precise rolling madlyunder the mini-fridge, riding the escalatoracross and down the shallow streetsi slipped pratfalling to laugh shame back into its little closet. all day i chased wordsto no avail and as i shuddered into sleepthey appeared to me and i chanted them and prayed them, rolled themContinue reading ““right.””

in my dreams i see you love so many things

jealous of the anonymous voiceon the other side of the telephoneof the sweet smooth wood singingtaut strings under deft fingersof some bleak city still unmetthe one that holds new dreams jealous of the ink and papermainlined and held closeof the teeth flashed smilingand the soft swish of hairof the passwords learnedthe ones to guide newContinue reading “in my dreams i see you love so many things”

the thickest wall in the world

the easiest way to put it iseverything sucks and i want to diebut who wants the easy way i can’t stay angry. can’t even be hurtthe reasons are what they are what they should becongratulations on having a goal but no: can’t even be spitefulsee there’s so much love here, still, nowand you’re so stupidContinue reading “the thickest wall in the world”

nocturne: exit wounds

his wife upstairs with the boyssends hate through the floor in her sleepi am gathering all the things i have left behindon previous visits; soggy shoes an old coata purse with a smelly glass pipeif it be the last time let it be the bestthe snow has just begun to meltbut in the car thisContinue reading “nocturne: exit wounds”

predawn shakes, broad & leo

good morningat the tonethe time will befive forty-fourand twenty-five seconds sometimes love iswaking upwhen you could sleep inso your lover doesn’thave to be alonesometimes, loveit’s hard to dothe things we need to do people tend to conflatebravery and fearlessnessas if courage has meaningwithout fear to drive it forwardas if the bravest among usaren’t defined byContinue reading “predawn shakes, broad & leo”

beach 6, pt ii

there was a letter i wroteand destroyed for youthe contents escape mebut they were probably a declarationof love with a strong dramatic flairthe destruction dramatic as wellbut i suppose destruction usually is i wonder what you felt that dayat the edge of the waterwhen i took your picture looking outand slipped a rock into myContinue reading “beach 6, pt ii”

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”