Maid of Honor, bent daisy-white over the table, herbest dress, fingers like tapeworm -- light and strangled on his arms, dying on his lapel; he took her to foam-swept edge, champagne toast. shekept on sidelines, skirting the women and their loudness, shewas attached hip-and-hearth to piano; they had brought someone in and wouldn't let her… Continue reading poem: Mary Bennet
Tag: love
poem: dates as sugar substitute
the mimed inadequacy - I would rather my motherheave me over the hilt. how much is forgiven - while I, in chosen purgatory, readdirty books - in the spirit of the literary and otherself-justifying ghouls. is the beauty the text itselfor the object the text makes andsurrounds - does one eclipse the other. how did… Continue reading poem: dates as sugar substitute
poem: purgatory
a long time ago, there was surety - i was god, i metanother god; he was wayward future kingholder in palms of myeventual, watery breaking - we arguedin smoke-sweat places about theology and whetherhistory is a stasis, is therea retvrn. he liked girls crouched over theirover-abstracted intellectual, embroidery-squaresmall experience. he fought with me, i fought… Continue reading poem: purgatory
poem: twenty-four
when asked if there was a God in his filmuniverse -- who would intervene -- Wes Anderson said, yes. the girl atwork who is prettier than me is likely planning to kill me, dissolve me slowly into her perfect hips and secret knowledge of social networks. you laugh butshe would have ignored me in highschool… Continue reading poem: twenty-four
day 1: the other option is to try to conjure powerful emotions (but not feelings)
thirty days of poetryprompt: favorite weather usually it was not the heat -- last summer was a summer of new music and new feeling, which is rare. how is this -- followed, or evenimproved upon. washed in the carcass of current weather, the desertwaits. it sits in a wide circle and observes. eight dollars in… Continue reading day 1: the other option is to try to conjure powerful emotions (but not feelings)
poem: california
blackberries and granola in yogurt with expresso but afterwards you are still -- a glazed-over dream state. she bought her wedding for a $400 express packagein Vegas but afterwards regretted it. today I will wear a black blouse and off-white, off-linen pants to a fictional job and listened to my manager lie about pitbulls. you… Continue reading poem: california
poem: outside of the internet it is May
rain comes on days when i am in a hurry, but in some other lifei will stop and watch the glass melt. the squat green trees and the pinebushes, melting into smaller parameters. the rain sound like lo-fi likea tin roof turned inward, and a thousand nails -- clattering clatteringclattering. but it is soft, like… Continue reading poem: outside of the internet it is May
poem: lifeboat
i am tired of the body horrors of other people's children, i would like(pretty please) cotton-candy romance. an empty park at sunset with the geeserunning backwards and the bench making crosses in my back. the way his hair drips over his eyes, his shirt tight against his shoulders. all you internetghouls (i am among you):… Continue reading poem: lifeboat
poem: guilt
I have given up the intellect, the trying mad times of the morning sent and kafka fucking me carefully over my mouth. I never read hisdiary. I have read nothing -- I spin my mouth open carefully into the long reeds of morning, I am sitting in last summer with bananas and honey and the… Continue reading poem: guilt
poem: ‘lofi for anxiety’ on spotify
my hands are very dry -- tonight. and in the raw grate of myhead ten-thousand people would fuckme, and then sit with me in coffee shops and I would say, if I wentto grad school, the only thing I would write my thesis on is the mythologicaland archetypal basis for bad boy/good girl ships. like,… Continue reading poem: ‘lofi for anxiety’ on spotify
the last pavilion 