Gabrielle F

Gabrielle F Oct 2010

bar man

Foolheartybeerdrinkingsunohfahgun.

“watch your mouth young man” reigning in those eyes
(as falsely blue and pristine as a pool
in the warm and syrup stain sticky sweet drudgery of the deep north end. children wading through the spots hot like the inside of skin vanilla icecream creaming down their wrists in rivulets and popsicles the shape and color of a dream rocket dripping- tiny neon red and patriot blue clouds bloom beneath the surface of the urban pond

dripulet, dripulet, dripulet)

I can just tell your mother warned those lips with a quivering finger and a voice clipped and heavy teeth crunching around the easy threats tossed at you: your knees raw as if scrubbed with steel wool and the lingering bitterness of backtalk and your first ***** word lay soft and white like moss or foam on the back of your tongue...

I can tell you gripped handfuls of braid in your hands at the playground and confessed love your whole life using destruction as a vessel. you tore out of your mother and tore and tore through childhood gripping and clawing and pulling heart constricting small and fierce the whole time like a fist in your chest.

Gabrielle F Jul 2010

heartbroken a little.

this game
is not okay with me anymore.

you animal i am tired.

i am tired of the
antique glimmer in your eyes. boyish and
hunting and thirsty with instinct.

i am tired of the bones that jut through
your flesh and carve
into mine.

your knotted, silky figure drifting
and catching in the macrame nets
through the mammoth doorways
beneath the swelling curtains

in my mind you are an insect or
a wisp of frozen breath or
an actor sweeping the floor
with his eyelashes

at the end
of a brilliant
and terrifying
performance.

Gabrielle F Jun 2010

epephonee.

you said it happened while you were slicing lemons,
in the back
room
or that it happened and the sensation hit you
...like the scent of citrus, exploding like spit
and light from the pocked yellow
body
and you understood me then
and my quiet fire
and you buckled under your own
weight

mouth cupping an invisible star
eyes vacant and holy

its about time
you
realized
the
teeth
and the
bristle
and the
fist
of this love.

Gabrielle F May 2010

maylong

he and i, smoked on the balcony
in our underwear, ducking out of
site, throwing
flowers, long stemmed unkempt dusty with
perfume flowers
over the edge, flicking our small brown wrists
blossoms falling head over foot,
twirling languidly in the
evening breath, landing at the feet
of the passers by
our foreheads pressed together
hands pressed together
dusty
with perfume

Gabrielle F May 2010

shrine

lens is ancient and crusted with a film of
old blood of the skies and
liquidy fragments of soul that fall from eyes
souls that brush up against the glass
again and again:

the woman with hot black nest of hair
and strange greyish (bone grey flesh) that was
my muse in the winter of nineteen
when she swaggered between warm pockets,
smoked in her t-shirt and apron-
blades of wind
carving out of her
a masterpiece

woman with brown brown riverstone
eyes, settled in bruisy crescents. woman
with the stones (petrified ghosts) that
swung heavily from her neck, my muse in the spring
of nineteen in the trees heart wrapped in musky fabric and
feet wrapped in leather. god she was
beautiful:cloaked in the reddened husk
of shrinking sunlight, hands curled around
my every word

muse in the summer of nineteen. man with
ruthless, undefined lips, long body charcoal
smudged by a sweaty thumb edges nonexistent
neverspoke of evil never heard of
the brand of love i made
came and went without a sound-

flock of blackbirds, oceanheave,
death parting her lips

Gabrielle F May 2010

nineteen2

this body is coming apart, piece by piece and floating off, molecular
balloons of flesh trilling in
the air, making small music
staining surfaces and objects-floors, windowsills, the smoke of your cigarette withering
in the ashtray, the fragmented glass of the ashtray
the whites of your eyes,
the whites of the teeth of the animals that hang around (shivering with
need)
-heartbreathpink.

Gabrielle F May 2010

nineteen

i am endlessly small and endlessly deep and endlessly chaotic.