I spent three years intimately involved with me
and am having a rough time breaking it off
It is as selfish as you think
I woke up one morning and thought
What is the most important thing to me?
The answer was not poetry or friends
or boys or family or even world peace
It was building a home for me
The task is complete and now every thought
I have about this home feels like masturbating
I have to break up with me
Today while vacuuming my only rug I thought,
If I end up in hell, it will be on cleaning detail.
I will look at my assignment and then at God
and I will smile and I will say, "Thank you."
What is the most important thing to me?
The answer is world peace but I am afraid to die
so I plan to start calling my mother more
and to visit my sister in Oklahoma City soon
Tuesday, December 19, 2017
Sunday, December 17, 2017
Grind
The last time I did drugs was six years ago
after I found out my boyfriend was an asshole
I did a line of shitty Arkansas cocaine
and moved his mother's dining room table
into the hallway of our condo
stacked those heirloom chairs and all his clothes
on top of it so he couldn't walk in
An hour later I put everything back in its place
It was almost sunrise before he came home
and we had sex for the last time
It has been eight months since I have had sex
and I still entertain the concern
that I control the weather
I am trying to let people be close to me
by telling them my inner thoughts
while animating my current thinkings
but feel further away as they just laugh at me
Funny is a code word for deeply thoughtful
and also I am obsessed with cleanliness
because I am trying to be close with God
after I found out my boyfriend was an asshole
I did a line of shitty Arkansas cocaine
and moved his mother's dining room table
into the hallway of our condo
stacked those heirloom chairs and all his clothes
on top of it so he couldn't walk in
An hour later I put everything back in its place
It was almost sunrise before he came home
and we had sex for the last time
I buy lottery tickets with my tip money
and you would ache for me if you only knew
how much I really think I will win every time
that I scratch the quarter across the paper ash
My modest daydreams are not asking for much
The most heartbreaking thing about it though
is my favorite fantasy of not telling the one
that I want to marry about all my new money
until he proposes to me and then, surprise!
I am rich. I am very very very rich
It has been eight months since I have had sex
that I control the weather
I am trying to let people be close to me
by telling them my inner thoughts
while animating my current thinkings
but feel further away as they just laugh at me
Funny is a code word for deeply thoughtful
and also I am obsessed with cleanliness
because I am trying to be close with God
Thursday, December 14, 2017
Stopschild
At the intersection I put on my left blinker
and remembered my passport
Wilco was playing, I tapped the gas
"Just remember what was yours
is everyone's from now on"
We locked eyes
The pedestrian waved me on
we conspired a plan
I would go
Then he would go
No one was hurt
There was nothing to worry about
but Vonnegut said it best
"Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt"
Welcome to the slaughterhouse
I hope your feelings are intact
and remembered my passport
Wilco was playing, I tapped the gas
"Just remember what was yours
is everyone's from now on"
We locked eyes
The pedestrian waved me on
we conspired a plan
I would go
Then he would go
No one was hurt
There was nothing to worry about
but Vonnegut said it best
"Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt"
Welcome to the slaughterhouse
I hope your feelings are intact
Sunday, November 26, 2017
We Are The Only One
I believe in perfect women
because I am one
I believe in the perfect man
because I deserve him
I believe in people
because we are the only ones
who made up words
to describe every thing
we have ever seen
and felt
Ennui is a French word
Kindergarten is German
If you are not excited yet
I believe it is the punctuation
you are missing
I can see the mess we've made,
but this is not a train wreck.
I am looking around
and seeing people that are just like me.
Stop looking for a beginning or end.
There is no way you could enter this world,
except for in the middle, accept it.
If this seems like a love letter,
it is.
because I am one
I believe in the perfect man
because I deserve him
I believe in people
because we are the only ones
who made up words
to describe every thing
we have ever seen
and felt
Ennui is a French word
Kindergarten is German
If you are not excited yet
I believe it is the punctuation
you are missing
I can see the mess we've made,
but this is not a train wreck.
I am looking around
and seeing people that are just like me.
Stop looking for a beginning or end.
There is no way you could enter this world,
except for in the middle, accept it.
If this seems like a love letter,
it is.
Tuesday, November 21, 2017
Just Give Me a Bullet
Just give me a bullet
I will ponder on its caliber
and root around
in my bag of tricks
for a gun
it will fit into
Just give me a bullet
I will finger its nuances
for showmanship
Present it to you
and palm it
like a magician
Just give me a bullet
I will fumble around just enough
make you believe
in Sunday mornings
Just give me a bullet
I will pretend you meant a bull's eye
and will hit it
I will ponder on its caliber
and root around
in my bag of tricks
for a gun
it will fit into
Just give me a bullet
I will finger its nuances
for showmanship
Present it to you
and palm it
like a magician
Just give me a bullet
I will fumble around just enough
make you believe
in Sunday mornings
Just give me a bullet
I will pretend you meant a bull's eye
and will hit it
Sunday, November 5, 2017
First, Second, Third Person, and You
First Person:
I was told the first person's name was Adam
I wonder who gave him his name,
if not his mother before him.
In Hebrew, Adam means "man", "clay", or "earth"
and is the oldest relative of me, you, and Jesus.
I sometimes feel comforted by this,
entertaining the idea that goodness
is a direct line with no obstructions
and the very blood I bleed proves it.
I tire of thinking of myself all of the time.
It is completely situational and exhausting.
If you were here, I could think of us.
If you are reading this, I am writing it for you.
Second Person: You
You are a character in my book.
You actually haven't been mentioned yet.
The final scene leans heavy on your presence,
is very dialogue driven,
and requires a suspension of disbelief.
You are the central character so everyone else
is preparing the audience for your entrance.
You get nervous in crowds so it is just us now.
Take your time. There is no rush.
You enter stage left and say,
"This is a play."
You take center stage, you take in the room.
The audience of one is captivated...by you.
Third Person:
She would do well if she edited her poetry
or abbreviated her day drinking.
She didn't know him from Adam,
but he had never met a stranger and remembers
her and other things she chooses to forget.
"He is unaware of himself", she thought,
as they walked to her record player, together,
and in one swift motion he explained her.
He had no idea what he had just signed up for.
Arkansas is quiet tonight,
even the cicadas sing in a whisper.
Shhhhhhhhhh...they say in hushed words.
He is glad he is hers
I was told the first person's name was Adam
I wonder who gave him his name,
if not his mother before him.
In Hebrew, Adam means "man", "clay", or "earth"
and is the oldest relative of me, you, and Jesus.
I sometimes feel comforted by this,
entertaining the idea that goodness
is a direct line with no obstructions
and the very blood I bleed proves it.
I tire of thinking of myself all of the time.
It is completely situational and exhausting.
If you were here, I could think of us.
If you are reading this, I am writing it for you.
Second Person: You
You are a character in my book.
You actually haven't been mentioned yet.
The final scene leans heavy on your presence,
is very dialogue driven,
and requires a suspension of disbelief.
You are the central character so everyone else
is preparing the audience for your entrance.
You get nervous in crowds so it is just us now.
Take your time. There is no rush.
You enter stage left and say,
"This is a play."
You take center stage, you take in the room.
The audience of one is captivated...by you.
Third Person:
She would do well if she edited her poetry
or abbreviated her day drinking.
She didn't know him from Adam,
but he had never met a stranger and remembers
her and other things she chooses to forget.
"He is unaware of himself", she thought,
as they walked to her record player, together,
and in one swift motion he explained her.
He had no idea what he had just signed up for.
Arkansas is quiet tonight,
even the cicadas sing in a whisper.
Shhhhhhhhhh...they say in hushed words.
He is glad he is hers
Tuesday, October 24, 2017
Service Unavailable
it is the vulnerability
that is scary
and i worry about how
i am not perfect looking
and think this is why
you haven't asked me
to be your one and only
and I forget reality
you have shortcomings
they mean nothing to me
every time we fall asleep
it is comfortably
i wake up thinking
i am not good enough
but every other time
i step into the world
i know there is no one
good enough for me
there is no one
to meet me at my doorstep
with the same levity
bravery and simplicity
as me, but you
romanticism destroys me
there is something about you
no one gets to see me this way
optimism is my fault
i believe the good things
are in the people i meet
i believe the things you see
are the things i saved for you
i think you are the only thing
that is 20/20
that is scary
and i worry about how
i am not perfect looking
and think this is why
you haven't asked me
to be your one and only
and I forget reality
you have shortcomings
they mean nothing to me
every time we fall asleep
it is comfortably
i wake up thinking
i am not good enough
but every other time
i step into the world
i know there is no one
good enough for me
there is no one
to meet me at my doorstep
with the same levity
bravery and simplicity
as me, but you
romanticism destroys me
there is something about you
no one gets to see me this way
optimism is my fault
i believe the good things
are in the people i meet
i believe the things you see
are the things i saved for you
i think you are the only thing
that is 20/20
Friday, October 13, 2017
Old Flames and Inventing Fire
I just want to know
that you thought it first
It is easier to love you
if you know what love is
just tell me
In case you are forgetting
Love is every word I speak
but mostly the drunk things
I post when I think
no one is listening
Love is my patio
and me asking you
What else do you want to talk about
And your blue eyes do not flinch
as I say something else about me
This part is easy
Let me open up to you
From here on out
everything is easy
Welcome to loving me
I love you too
If you're looking for the fire escape
I will show you all of the doors
In case of emergency
just call me, I will answer
I have been writing poetry
to pass the time
I have been waiting for you
Take your time (but hurry, please)
I don't want to wait for you, anymore
Friday, October 6, 2017
Formerly The Diplomats
One of the first things I learned
was that I did not have permission
to pick flowers
from flower gardens
but dandelions were free game
I would sit on the patch of grass
across from the rose bushes
my mother planted
beside the mailboxes
at the apartments I grew up in
and make wishes upon wishes
on the curb of East 24th Street
The mailbox was a prayer request
I would sit and stare at
Waiting for submissions, rejections,
or any correspondence to me
I must have blown a million
little circuses of fantasies
and picked the petals of every wildflower
He loves me, he loves me not
He loves me, he loves me not
And I am forever there
On that patch of weeds
Wanting so badly to pick flowers
instead of petals
To make plans, instead of wishes
Waiting for that letter
that says,
This is exactly what we are looking for.
Submission accepted.
We will be in touch with you soon.
was that I did not have permission
to pick flowers
from flower gardens
but dandelions were free game
I would sit on the patch of grass
across from the rose bushes
my mother planted
beside the mailboxes
at the apartments I grew up in
and make wishes upon wishes
on the curb of East 24th Street
The mailbox was a prayer request
I would sit and stare at
Waiting for submissions, rejections,
or any correspondence to me
I must have blown a million
little circuses of fantasies
and picked the petals of every wildflower
He loves me, he loves me not
He loves me, he loves me not
And I am forever there
On that patch of weeds
Wanting so badly to pick flowers
instead of petals
To make plans, instead of wishes
Waiting for that letter
that says,
This is exactly what we are looking for.
Submission accepted.
We will be in touch with you soon.
Saturday, September 23, 2017
Because I Am a Woman, Too
Because I am a woman too
I know how it feels to be a little girl
soft, with scraped knees and a journal
wanting my period so badly it hurt
writing my name in cursive like a mother
carrying an empty purse
Some women are born rich
maybe your house was built for you
your income included in paperwork
maybe your ceiling isn't made of glass
and your back never hurts
I hope you are happy
Other women are born poor
and your house is made of scraps
and lumber you did not pay for
I know your wealth was not made
on the backs of other people
Your wealth is the happiness of home
Some days I spend all day polishing things
countertops and floors and my rough edges
placing like things next to each other
buying things I hope someone else will need
organizing paperwork no one will ever see
It makes me feel like a lady
Other days I avoid everything I ever touched
pretend I do not own anything
daydream about leaving my body
sleep like somebody is watching me
stare out my window as the day becomes dark
It makes me feel like a human being
Because I am a woman, too
I know what it feels like to be unsure
but my voice doesn't quiver anymore
My heart speaks soft soliloquies to me
It says, the only approval you need is yours
then skips a beat because it knows it was heard
Sunday, September 17, 2017
God
It is still not autumn here
I rely solely on the changes
of the seasons
to console me
so rest assured
you have it on good authority
there is still no reprieve
Maybe you feel like me
And if you do
I am sorry
but I also want to reassure you
this is just something humans do
All those saints were lonely too
but were so close to god
that they just pressed through
Sometimes I worry
that talk of god will turn people
off
so I keep reminding myself
that I am people
and it feels good to be alive
The sky keeps a schedule
that changes shadows
and some of us know
about the golden hours
while the rest of us
worship our likeness
to heavenly entities in sermons
on Wednesdays and Sundays
I keep thinking about mirrors
and how I want to believe
that people are good
because I am good
but have started worrying
that I am a piece of shit
because everyone keeps talking
about how people are the worst
Maybe you feel like me
What I don't think about
is how I don't even believe
in myself anymore
nothing here to see, folks
keep moving
except in the back of my head
I am yelling
"come back"
Come back
I rely solely on the changes
of the seasons
to console me
so rest assured
you have it on good authority
there is still no reprieve
Maybe you feel like me
And if you do
I am sorry
but I also want to reassure you
this is just something humans do
All those saints were lonely too
but were so close to god
that they just pressed through
Sometimes I worry
that talk of god will turn people
off
so I keep reminding myself
that I am people
and it feels good to be alive
The sky keeps a schedule
that changes shadows
and some of us know
about the golden hours
while the rest of us
worship our likeness
to heavenly entities in sermons
on Wednesdays and Sundays
I keep thinking about mirrors
and how I want to believe
that people are good
because I am good
but have started worrying
that I am a piece of shit
because everyone keeps talking
about how people are the worst
Maybe you feel like me
What I don't think about
is how I don't even believe
in myself anymore
nothing here to see, folks
keep moving
except in the back of my head
I am yelling
"come back"
Come back
Friday, September 15, 2017
Patio Talk
It doesn't feel like Friday.
It feels like exactly a week
since I fell asleep
on the last day
I was closer to my birth
than my death.
How do I know
that I will live to be seventy?
I don't.
But my path no longer feels
like I am calculating
how long it has been
since I set out.
I am counting the miles
and how long it will take to stop
at each of the roadside attractions
on my way back home.
It feels like exactly a week
since I fell asleep
on the last day
I was closer to my birth
than my death.
How do I know
that I will live to be seventy?
I don't.
But my path no longer feels
like I am calculating
how long it has been
since I set out.
I am counting the miles
and how long it will take to stop
at each of the roadside attractions
on my way back home.
Sunday, September 3, 2017
Arkansas Summer and You
The eclipse was mostly like any day
except I bought rose gold bake ware
including two cookie sheets,
two cake pans, a muffin tray,
and pancake mix.
I'll never do any of this,
unless you ask me to...
While I was bargaining the worth
of buying honey in the shape of a bear
and maple syrup instead of
the obvious,
I found myself
with my arms crossed.
Why is this twenty extra cents
so hard for me?
Why does this dollar
feel like my very being
is put on display
in front of everybody?
I still haven't baked any cookies
You still haven't said
that you want to be with me
but this Arkansas Summer
keeps reminding me
that I should be prepared
for anything
Forgive the punctuation mixed with poetry,
I'm still not sure
how it works...
but that batter will be here
as I wait patiently
for pinto beans and collard greens
and you
except I bought rose gold bake ware
including two cookie sheets,
two cake pans, a muffin tray,
and pancake mix.
I'll never do any of this,
unless you ask me to...
While I was bargaining the worth
of buying honey in the shape of a bear
and maple syrup instead of
the obvious,
I found myself
with my arms crossed.
Why is this twenty extra cents
so hard for me?
Why does this dollar
feel like my very being
is put on display
in front of everybody?
I still haven't baked any cookies
You still haven't said
that you want to be with me
but this Arkansas Summer
keeps reminding me
that I should be prepared
for anything
Forgive the punctuation mixed with poetry,
I'm still not sure
how it works...
but that batter will be here
as I wait patiently
for pinto beans and collard greens
and you
Monday, July 31, 2017
Arkansas Summer: First Draft
The summers in Arkansas
are dangerous to the psyche
Even breathing is with great effort
It feels like liquid is on the lungs
Everything that must be done
must be done before noon
or after it cools off some
I make sangria so I can daydrink
until the sun goes down
It is hard to be in love
I don't even want my skin
to touch my skin
It is easy to make friends
Everyone feels the same way
Hot as hell and wanting relief
Hoping it will never end
are dangerous to the psyche
Even breathing is with great effort
It feels like liquid is on the lungs
Everything that must be done
must be done before noon
or after it cools off some
I make sangria so I can daydrink
until the sun goes down
It is hard to be in love
I don't even want my skin
to touch my skin
It is easy to make friends
Everyone feels the same way
Hot as hell and wanting relief
Hoping it will never end
Wednesday, July 19, 2017
how often I think of you.
When dealing with people
that cannot to be taught anything,
let them learn everything
as if they thought of it on their own.
Outside of this, I have no wisdom to offer
My body and thoughts move
instinctually and with great purpose,
like a frog in the same deep well
it inevitably dies in,
except there are no limitations
and I am not a figure of speech.
I am outside of this with nothing to offer,
except for my body and thoughts
that swell in wakes, sleep,
and in your absence.
I am unsure of how to bring you here,
so I am treating you like a secret.
I won't even tell myself
how often I think of you.
that cannot to be taught anything,
let them learn everything
as if they thought of it on their own.
Outside of this, I have no wisdom to offer
My body and thoughts move
instinctually and with great purpose,
like a frog in the same deep well
it inevitably dies in,
except there are no limitations
and I am not a figure of speech.
I am outside of this with nothing to offer,
except for my body and thoughts
that swell in wakes, sleep,
and in your absence.
I am unsure of how to bring you here,
so I am treating you like a secret.
I won't even tell myself
how often I think of you.
Saturday, July 1, 2017
Off Subject
My thoughts get tangled.
It is too easy.
I get it from you.
The way it seems as though
the only thing I have to do
is smile
and be yours
But there is something
wrong with me
I get it from you
I am incomplete
Whatever you gave me
took something
away from me
I am searching for it in people
Every one that crosses
my path is going to know
that I am here
I remember you
You will remember me too.
It is too easy.
I get it from you.
The way it seems as though
the only thing I have to do
is smile
and be yours
But there is something
wrong with me
I get it from you
I am incomplete
Whatever you gave me
took something
away from me
I am searching for it in people
Every one that crosses
my path is going to know
that I am here
I remember you
You will remember me too.
Sunday, May 28, 2017
White Moths (All Omens Were Created Equal)
When the white moth showed up
on Friday night I knew it meant something.
Everything I read about omens agreed,
I was being visited by the deceased.
(Superstitions are like horoscopes,
they're only real if you believe.)
On Saturday I started thinking about
that time someone told me
i am the way i am
because i need people to like me.
You were the first one to tell me
i treat strangers better than i treat family
I thought I was just saying "hi" in passing.
I had to dig so deep to remember
that I am the way I am
because I need me to like me.
This is how I think people should be.
Today I looked up and nine years had passed
along with you.
I started to believe that the flipped breakers,
thunder, and strangers in my spare room
were because of you.
It is scary to believe in heaven
and perfect places where everyone there
is someone you love
who loves you too
but I swear on everything that is true
that as I sit here thinking about it
another white moth visited me
and I just know it was you.
on Friday night I knew it meant something.
Everything I read about omens agreed,
I was being visited by the deceased.
(Superstitions are like horoscopes,
they're only real if you believe.)
On Saturday I started thinking about
that time someone told me
i am the way i am
because i need people to like me.
You were the first one to tell me
i treat strangers better than i treat family
I thought I was just saying "hi" in passing.
I had to dig so deep to remember
that I am the way I am
because I need me to like me.
This is how I think people should be.
Today I looked up and nine years had passed
along with you.
I started to believe that the flipped breakers,
thunder, and strangers in my spare room
were because of you.
It is scary to believe in heaven
and perfect places where everyone there
is someone you love
who loves you too
but I swear on everything that is true
that as I sit here thinking about it
another white moth visited me
and I just know it was you.
Sunday, May 14, 2017
We Were Both There
You were 18 when you
first met me.
I was all thumbs-up,
and you still brag about
how easy it was
to have me.
I actually don't remember
being 18,
but I remember Mariah Carey,
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony,
and breaking down.
Of course you were scared
when I up and left town.
You wrote me every day
and I had to interpret
everything you said to me
through the tear stains
that blurred the letters I'd get.
It was hard for me too.
I wanted to cry all the time,
but couldn't.
If there is anything
you have taught me,
it's forget everything
that hurts
and live completely
in the moments
that make living
worth it...
and cry when I want to.
first met me.
I was all thumbs-up,
and you still brag about
how easy it was
to have me.
I actually don't remember
being 18,
but I remember Mariah Carey,
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony,
and breaking down.
Of course you were scared
when I up and left town.
You wrote me every day
and I had to interpret
everything you said to me
through the tear stains
that blurred the letters I'd get.
It was hard for me too.
I wanted to cry all the time,
but couldn't.
If there is anything
you have taught me,
it's forget everything
that hurts
and live completely
in the moments
that make living
worth it...
and cry when I want to.
Monday, March 13, 2017
Taxes and Death
Death is easier to explain
than explaining how good
being alive is
When the general-general is
white on white on white
words stop making sense
Maybe money is important
Hey, Bank
Hey, Government
Take all this spending money I never spent
so I can sit on my patio
and listen to sad songs
that make me happy
I'm not going to pretend like
I never washed dishes
or played music or made beds
for strangers
I know that's worth something
Eleven percent on the dollar
Seems fair
I don't care
Whatever
Death is inevitable and does not come with an expiration date
Some people lose everything and still find a way to wrap their minds around how zero equals love
than explaining how good
being alive is
When the general-general is
white on white on white
words stop making sense
Maybe money is important
Hey, Bank
Hey, Government
Take all this spending money I never spent
so I can sit on my patio
and listen to sad songs
that make me happy
I'm not going to pretend like
I never washed dishes
or played music or made beds
for strangers
I know that's worth something
Eleven percent on the dollar
Seems fair
I don't care
Whatever
Death is inevitable and does not come with an expiration date
Some people lose everything and still find a way to wrap their minds around how zero equals love
Sunday, February 19, 2017
Service Industry Part 1.
The dishwasher told me I look like Jesus
"Pareces como hermoso Jesรบs"
I know just what he means
The chef reassures me
"He just thinks you're heavenly"
as if I thought Edilberto was being mean
But I know he loves me
because he's never upset
when I put dirty dishes
where the clean dishes go
as a matter of fact
he never seems upset
at any one
for any thing
Edilberto is more like Jesus
than any body I know
"Pareces como hermoso Jesรบs"
I know just what he means
The chef reassures me
"He just thinks you're heavenly"
as if I thought Edilberto was being mean
But I know he loves me
because he's never upset
when I put dirty dishes
where the clean dishes go
as a matter of fact
he never seems upset
at any one
for any thing
Edilberto is more like Jesus
than any body I know
Sunday, January 22, 2017
Tulips Tomorrow
I am crazy restless pacing my apartment,
moving baubles around and cleaning out purses
I would sweep but I swept yesterday
I would sleep but my fridge is full of beer
and nothing else
All my vases are clean but empty
That must be a metaphor for something
I think something new is about to begin
It's not spring
it is cold and rainy, but things are changing
Maybe it has something to do with me
I have to tell you
there is something peaceful inside of me
It can drive me to hysterics
if I do not make lists of the money I spend
It makes me uncomfortable to feel complete
So when I realize my apartment
fits perfectly together but there are no flowers,
I pull everything out of the closets
and write down: Buy tulips tomorrow
moving baubles around and cleaning out purses
I would sweep but I swept yesterday
I would sleep but my fridge is full of beer
and nothing else
All my vases are clean but empty
That must be a metaphor for something
I think something new is about to begin
It's not spring
it is cold and rainy, but things are changing
Maybe it has something to do with me
I have to tell you
there is something peaceful inside of me
It can drive me to hysterics
if I do not make lists of the money I spend
It makes me uncomfortable to feel complete
So when I realize my apartment
fits perfectly together but there are no flowers,
I pull everything out of the closets
and write down: Buy tulips tomorrow
The Highest Road leads to The Mountain Top
Unsolicited advice:
take the high road
Do not simmer
in hate or fear
Be happy today
Show your neighbor
what happy is
It is a warm winter
and the gardens will
need tending to soon
Push the dirt around
with your bare hands
Push the wind around
with your own breath
If you think nothing has changed
than you are not paying attention
If you think we are not winning
then you are not breathing
Slow it down,
take it easy, baby
take the high road
Do not simmer
in hate or fear
Be happy today
Show your neighbor
what happy is
It is a warm winter
and the gardens will
need tending to soon
Push the dirt around
with your bare hands
Push the wind around
with your own breath
If you think nothing has changed
than you are not paying attention
If you think we are not winning
then you are not breathing
Slow it down,
take it easy, baby
Friday, January 13, 2017
100 Pieces of Paper and a Stolen Typewriter
I tried to open the packaging with the tip of a quill
and cursed myself as the delicate catch,
meant to pool ink,
split in two and folded over backwards
Something consoled me,
some things are just for show,
so I opened the package with my fingernails
and looked up the word "bravado"
I made a promise to myself to forgive mistakes,
to be delicate and hard, free and captured,
to forget about loneliness
and the unfolds of being split in two
Something like mercy or hard feelings
split open me as my fingertips
pecked harder at the keys
It made me feel brave again
I began to reckon the big picture
and that thing that often escapes me
made itself known in black ink
The universe swallows everything
all I mean to say is, do the right thing,
None of this will be remembered
and cursed myself as the delicate catch,
meant to pool ink,
split in two and folded over backwards
Something consoled me,
some things are just for show,
so I opened the package with my fingernails
and looked up the word "bravado"
I made a promise to myself to forgive mistakes,
to be delicate and hard, free and captured,
to forget about loneliness
and the unfolds of being split in two
Something like mercy or hard feelings
split open me as my fingertips
pecked harder at the keys
It made me feel brave again
I began to reckon the big picture
and that thing that often escapes me
made itself known in black ink
The universe swallows everything
So when I mention you, me, sex,
gin, escape artists and tight wires,all I mean to say is, do the right thing,
None of this will be remembered
Fina China & Ceramics
It is the sublety of the soft blue
played against lustre
breakable figurines positioned behind glass
or wrapped in paper
It is the way eyes settle and hold fast
onto fragile things
delicate shapes meant to be touched and turned,
baubles and doorknobs
It is the way one cherishes their own
but still wants other's
It is fine china, ceramics, and clay,
the moon, sun, and earth
The simple pleasures of perfect design,
detail and balance
It is the way she wouldn't look at him
and the way she would
She was the pretty things put on display
It was the reason he didn't want her,
the reason glass breaks
played against lustre
breakable figurines positioned behind glass
or wrapped in paper
It is the way eyes settle and hold fast
onto fragile things
delicate shapes meant to be touched and turned,
baubles and doorknobs
It is the way one cherishes their own
but still wants other's
It is fine china, ceramics, and clay,
the moon, sun, and earth
The simple pleasures of perfect design,
detail and balance
It is the way she wouldn't look at him
and the way she would
She was the pretty things put on display
and he was a bull
the reason glass breaks
Tuesday, January 10, 2017
Candid Blue
She described the color to me in epic detail
and I promised her
I would find it
and bring it to her
She squealed
she exalted
she was astonished
and said over and over again
This is perfect
as she ran her brush against
and with the wood grain
I agreed
ecstatically
It is the best thing
Before we knew it we were high on fumes
laughing as we cut in the edges
Listening as the other spoke of her body,
her once forgotten sense of self,
and ultimate affinity for painting
They both knew they were the only ones
who would ever see the mess they had made
They both knew
they were the only ones
who would ever see
the mess they had made
and I promised her
I would find it
and bring it to her
She squealed
she exalted
she was astonished
and said over and over again
This is perfect
as she ran her brush against
and with the wood grain
I agreed
ecstatically
It is the best thing
Before we knew it we were high on fumes
laughing as we cut in the edges
Listening as the other spoke of her body,
her once forgotten sense of self,
and ultimate affinity for painting
They both knew they were the only ones
who would ever see the mess they had made
They both knew
they were the only ones
who would ever see
the mess they had made