Christine Eglantine

Christine Eglantine Jul 2013

i have not sold a painting
in seven months
three weeks
and four days
oh sweet jesus christ

There must be something
something
that I can do
they're starting to pile up
I am too young
to submit to a gallery
and not get put into 'A youth show'
no one goes to those.
And craft sales!
No one goes to those
except old ladies
looking for cute tea cozies.
Sweet jesus.
What am I going to do?

Christine Eglantine Jul 2013

Perfection

My wisdom teeth are coming in
and, like everything else in my mouth,
they come up straight and perfect
they don't have to be removed.
The dentists say that it's a blessing
my boyfriend says it's because I am an angel
and my snaggle-toothed family is just jealous
never even had braces.
That's me:
gifted.

I want to shove a scalpel into my mouth
and yank them the old fashioned way
be just a little more
like everyone else

Christine Eglantine Jul 2013

Shared Keys

The keys to our apartment are as cold as the early April day that you gave them to me
but warmer than the day after
the day I had to leave.

Christine Eglantine Jul 2013

Dreamer

Today
I bought myself
a little stingray
red and flowered
I bought myself
a ukulele

Christine Eglantine Jul 2013

Dear

When I read a love poem
from even long, long ago
I imagine that they are from you
and the urge to kiss you becomes so great
that I feel I could reach into the fabric of the world
and make you come to me.
And when that urge
is denied
it breaks me so,
but ah!
I love you!
I love the crinkles in your eyes when you smile!
And the gray just starting in your hair!

Christine Eglantine Jul 2013

My Affinity

Music is a firework
when Honey Bear isn't around
to hold the splinters of me
I have music
my temporary fix
My ability to listen for hours on end
surprises my mother
and I am better than anyone I know
at memorizing others' words
I know over 10,000
from what my Ipod tells me
and although I can never remember the songs I write
(My band mates are patient saints, I must say)
I can lace those words together so well
Music!
My true angel!
If I were God,
Music is your savior
what I bore and want to give to you
for it is what all of man has made
I simply bundle and deliver

So, more or less, I make a **** ton of mix tapes.
May I recommend the band Miracles of Modern Science? They always make me feel a little better. They write songs about science, sci fi, and social anxiety, among other things. Seriously, I have been semi-obsessed now for a decent two years. I'm bordering on groupie, but I can't...like...drive yet? So I can't properly stalk them. So instead, I'll push them onto you! They kick such ***. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CEqJXiq2nM&list;=UUEhVu4EfQiS83lDqgbR7fVA

Christine Eglantine Jul 2013

Paranoid Morning

Are my poems too introspective?
It isn't like you read them for anything other than that thrill we all get
from someone else's pain
I hand you tales of mythical things
of other people
and I must say,
they are far better written than anything else that I have made
especially what I have written about myself
Why do you love
the raw hurt that I show?
Is that what feeds you?
Why does everyone watch me?
Through pinpricks in my skull
the eyes are peering into me every where.
Pain!
You want entertainment?
I shall take up the whips for you!
You want me to beat it over my shoulders so you have something to read!
No,
I am far too paranoid
the fact is,
what is raw
is honest
and I do not do honesty well
because they watch
they always watch