The cluster of ice in my glass
looks like a milky fist.
I shake my cup and ask
about the weather.
He says, 'Hasn't rained in
one thousand or so years.'
I say how that's unfortunate;
he says how **** happens.
This party transitions into
something out of an art-house film;
the Cali-tens are dancing to some
80's song you would vaguely recognize.
They bump into one another
like bees in an electric hive.
A Russian drinking a Russian
asks about drugs.
I say into my drink that I
don't have that many friends.
Looking for a bathroom,
I am bumped by hips and lips
into the former eggshell/cigarette stain wall,
where I find my partial reflection
looking back at me in that familiar
transparent parent way.
I find myself apologizing.
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 2:23 PM UTC
Little brown eyed girl,
With brown short ***** curls
And dark skin that you
Have not learned how to love yet.
I speak to you.
Little brown eyed girl;
Already jaded
By a world that from birth,
Has declared you unlovable
Just because you look like you.
I tell you, that is a lie.
Little brown eyed girl
With strength in your bones
And love in your heart
So much so that the little boys
All run away.
I say that any man who cannot love you as you are does not deserve you.
Do not be ashamed;
Of your dark skin,
Of your brown eyes,
Of your short ***** mud-coloured hair,
Of your thick thighs,
Of your stretch marks and scars.
Little Brown Eyed Girl
You are perfect, just as you are.
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC
today exists
in movie stills
i have only
ever been
a ghost
in my
own
skin
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 1:06 AM UTC
this emotion
is growing on me,
as I keep contemplating.
I feel lonely
but keep on walking,
in the distance,
I can't
see
anything.
It's kinda quiet...
so I'll shut my eyes
till the night comes
so I guess I'll just wake up
and start walking again.
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 1:05 AM UTC
you're not doing well
with skin like bed sheets
ebbing tides in your forehead
and the malady that keeps your mind guessing,
these next six nights
of not having to feel
so alone will make you
fall back into sleep
to grow roots.
i'll cut holes in the ozone
to put your heartache in
i'll walk you to the hospital,
i'll wait in a white room,
place your sad eyes in my drawers
until my hand breaks
the universe is twice as big as we think it is
and 'you are so important to me'
is easier to digest than
skipping heart beats
i miss you like a dart hits the iris of a bullseye,
or a train ticket screams 4:30 at 4:47,
and
i've fallen in love
you're the only one that made that idea
less devastating.
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
I look up
at the stars,
and sometimes I
think of all
the parallel
universes and
hope to ****
I’m doing better in
one
of them.
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 8:28 PM UTC
He drives a gray Subaru
I get in the passenger seat
He turns on nirvana
I don't want to
But I can't
Help it
I begin to weep
He asks what's wrong
I can't explain
He turns it off
I thank him
Until
Radiohead
Water falls from my eyes once more
I shouldn't be in this car
I should be riding my bike beside yours
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 8:02 PM UTC
you
threw me into the waves
and made me thank you
for pulling me out
before i drowned.
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 8:00 PM UTC
stand against the sun
stretch towards its hopeful rays
and just feel its warmth
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 10:15 PM UTC
197
Morning—is the place for Dew—
Corn—is made at Noon—
After dinner light—for flowers—
Dukes—for Setting Sun!
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 10:15 PM UTC