poem: us and them

they met on a trainand then did not meetfor manyyears.the girl said, stories must be,by definition, sad and therefore i do notwant a storywith you. the boy said, we have nochoice we are humanand thus doomedto suffer.

poem: living with other people’s families

while the girls wereinside, performing the small miracle of becomingpretty (in a mauvebathroom, shit-colored faucets); we stood on the porch andsmoked, likemen. the radio songs are obsessedwith the 90s: mixtapes do not reallyexist anymore, unless you are thrashing in certainclub scenes (maybe Londonor the highschool underground);we can pull them outof our heads, what fuckinggrand metaphors,… Continue reading poem: living with other people’s families

poem: heavenly bastard in the sky

he said somedayyou will see yourself on the otherside of the mountains, your facein the trumpets of the yellowsea. mongolian ash-trays cannotsee you; they see shadows, breastsand hands where girls blinkand shit; he wascurled in a chair, his parts decriminalized into yarn, readinga white book. the trumpets go andgo. she said somedayyou will see yourself… Continue reading poem: heavenly bastard in the sky

poem: hemingway

I pulled an all-nighter, I pulledthe night between my teeth likethe bloody fists ofa man; I stretched the nightbetween my teeth and left school-shooter chalk on the people askinghow, why, andare you. they leftthey all left; and I stayed aloneto watch the sun vomit,greasy violent strands over the lovers especially, their handstheir hair dripping in… Continue reading poem: hemingway

poem: instagram

silent ownership in the night, youonly exist like a characterinside my mind-fuckingmental state. i want to make it keep it pretty, i cannot / but whenit happens, it issoft little waves rushingup on me. the daylight is veryawkward, we are realpeople. the refrigerator is silent,mad old greek godor silicone statue, thinkingi took your motherfaster, manage… Continue reading poem: instagram

poem: save ur tears

set the scene: girl, realizingquickly inside the lights that the boywill not tellher everything. how can i say —without mocking — that youthat you exist within smallsnake lines; train stationin august alsoseptember; the lines lookdifferent inside rain lightsstation lights, people with ezra pound faces, petals and bulbouseyes. the girl realizingthe boy is leaving, he is… Continue reading poem: save ur tears

poem: that man

winter is invariably winter; people are different people when they wake up in the morning. he stayed lateinside the night 90s computer eyes, 90s animeboy. blink twice it's probablythe matrix; summer is invariablysummer he will walk awaythrough the heat, but nowhe stayed late on the couch lateinto the morning. white snow morningspuffy thin air, animeeyes.… Continue reading poem: that man

poem: anime & broken hearts watchlist

i watched Death Note, Welcome to the NHK, the first season of Psycho-Pass — I had neverwatched anime before, i was alreadyunpopular in highschool and did not wantto be that girl. i watched A SilentVoice in my pink summer sheets and i cried, i later watched Himizu and alsocried. i did not finishPerfect Blue, i… Continue reading poem: anime & broken hearts watchlist

writing: literary suicide note

There was no newness to anything anymore. She sat in the house and waited for people to be finished; she sat on the couches and watched the clouds pass over the fields outside the windows; the windows were perpetually dirty, smudged sometimes when the cats shoved their homesick faces against the glass and mostly smudged… Continue reading writing: literary suicide note

poem: corazon

nothing boys, whose head is somethingi am not and cannot be, i don't know whatand how. you are thinking, your handsyour wide beautiful shoulderswide eyes. i am lonelierwith your existence than if your existence was not; you are not like me, there is no danger of your leaving planets. the mythology it stays long after… Continue reading poem: corazon