girl standing in the yellowing light of a foreign classroom with asian fingerprints on the windows and her face turned up to the rippling low green mountains that sneak up to the smog and the blue horizons. she has a red scarf twisted around her neck and her future with the romance pecking at the… Continue reading poem: girl standing (abroad)
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poem: stop hoping and stop hurting
stop hoping and stop hurting get out of your head and accept the very aesthetic and terrible life of always being alone. i guess i look good in black, anyway, even if it's always metaphorical (i can't sell myself so cheaply, sorry). but there is truth in the long singular days of staring out the… Continue reading poem: stop hoping and stop hurting
poem: the boy after the anime
if you pulled my dna out in lace like coffee you'd find a girl who cries over anime and foreign boys and has you like a dream under her eyelids. careful, my mother said: it is a thing women do they make these blossoming fantasies where the boy leaves kisses up the side of my… Continue reading poem: the boy after the anime
poem: this is what i am doing instead of writing my paper
five-thousand little fingerprints ringing around the inside of my head. their worth rung out to ladders and crystal dish-clothes where one china plate slipped and shards made blood we all made blood, through the touching singing whispers in my head. called nicely: poetry called cynically: otherness mostly, i say, it is just a trapsing melancholy… Continue reading poem: this is what i am doing instead of writing my paper
poem: i think at this point
i think at this point i am mostly depraved and like a westward moth just barely breathing through the feathery lips, the science of all civilization shall thicken under me. so that i can break and call it a delicate prestige, a privilege of the girls with color-wine bottles hung from their irises, hung from… Continue reading poem: i think at this point
the last pavilion 