Tag Archives: Relationships

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”

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”

compared to all the local celebrities

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”

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”

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