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food
I heard someone chew in the dark. At the movies – the one with the food – just me, them, someone else, all of us lit by a horror film. Their chewing pressed on one edge of me, like something might happen if they didn’t stop. I wished I could unhear them. I wondered what…
sunset boulevard
I don’t know why I’m frightened. I know my way around here – the cardboard trees, finger painted seas, the aforementioned enlightening and storms of overdosed pleas. The early morning slurry and late evening scares. I’ve spent dawns trying to ignore fantasy and dusks painting new realities. Reassuring myself with touching toes and successful stranger…
crinkle toes
My little trinkets and toys. We have a birthday and your wedding and some babies. We share the attention we once yearned for, until it reaches overseas. Until the fat man sings about how unlucky stardust could be sand for another rich man’s feet. Can mankind be resolved of egocentric immaturity? The gift of witness…
baby eyeshadow
Sometimes I feel like that dog in a window, waiting to see you pass by. Jumping at the key turn, time resuming and forgoing her whining cry. My car is quiet during normal procedures, echoing the constant funeral procession of sniffling quiet. Ruminating engine and the same car. I come home to dead flowers and…
soft animal
I’ve been trying to write a poem like a tattoo. Ink on a pen. Underneath the skin. Except now it comes up my throat. I say words I could’ve never wrote because ink is forever and I shake stutter when I give speeches. Becoming more of a bitch lately. Young, fresh smelling leather. There’s a…
stomach box
Smell the dust of what I left. Lay my head. Recite echos of old insane melting the dark crevices of flesh brain. Pick apart the same ending from dead meaning. Same meaning to the dead end. Melting rain and embrace your never-end always going. Pre-meditated rehearsals of competency and my cat is scratching the gray…
sure
Sure, I have time. I always have time for you. Sure, whatever you need. Whatever you need. What do you need? Should I pack extra in case you don’t bring what you need? It’s hard for me to grasp I’m all you need. My smile you found between carnivorous testosterone and chemical weed. The inside…
duck pond
The sweet in-between. My ghost succumbs the spiritual machine that supports both forward time and the traveling me. Life is losing the idealized time only to find a newer sense of keeping a winning score. It evens out, in-between the end and what’s more. Nothing’s gonna change my world. Nothing’s gonna change my world. Thoughts…
laundry
Southerners know the smell of rain like the cedar they splinted with a kindergarten foot. My bedroom drywall that I crushed in my teens. Between my white four corners, I found a perching window for my bent legs to find held. When I jump, I crash through the branches just to land among the roots…
pigs and parrots
My soul song is a parroted reprise. The ballad of bachelors is a scream of evolutionary thoughts demoralized by agency and enterprise. Women can look through masculine eyes and hear concise images of the words they think. Nuns looked into my wide eyes and claimed my female agency was a gift for my husband to…
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