Lexi Vinton: Favorites

Aug 2014 Lexi Vinton

AJ

Isn't spell check great?
I drink like a great writer.

Don't misquote me now dear.

You're great. You're great. You're great.

Now someone come flirt with me.

Jul 2014 Lexi Vinton

I did it, I did it.

Jul 2014 Lexi Vinton

AJ

I did it, I did it.

I'm writing this only because I know you won't see it.
Because I let him touch me this time.
And this time I wasn't drunk.
And this time he didn't drug me.
This time he hit me instead.
Luckily I tripped on my way out the door
Just a few days later.
And I was able to chuck the bruises and blood
Up to that incident.

This time I got pregnant.
And this time I couldn't tell anyone.
And I couldn't tell you,
Because of us losing the last baby.
And now this one didn't even belong to you.
It didn't feel like it belonged to me either.
It just felt like his.
Like he robbed a bank
And used my insides as his hiding place.

I got rid of it.
Sam drove me.
It wasn't legal,
But I wasn't hurt.
It wasn't a smart decision,
I was very drunk.
I don't regret it.

I scrub my skin for an hour in the shower,
Every day.
But I couldn't scrub the insides.

I took eleven tests to be sure.
Never have I ever seen so many double lines.

It's been a few months.
This time I've just moved on.
The best way to forget is to never tell a soul.

Jul 2014 Lexi Vinton

eagerly

Jul 2014 Lexi Vinton

LET

eagerly

tonight i went on a date with my windows
they're so large and beautiful i don't think i'll ever live somewhere else in my life with windows as big as these ones
a lot of frankie cosmos because that's how i feel
i'm eagerly lonely
i haven't felt this alone ever
it's like an adult loneliness
i'm alone
i'm swirling that word around inside my head like a marble in a wooden bowl
alone
alone
lonely? yes
also alone

Jul 2014 Lexi Vinton

good writing comes from

Jul 2014 Lexi Vinton

LET

good writing comes from

good writing comes from
uncomfortable situations good
writing comes from times spent
alone in dark hallways good
writing comes from
people with a change of plans good
writing comes from signs on buildings
good writing comes from the way you
look at the sky

Jul 2014 Lexi Vinton

a text i sent my mom tonight

Jul 2014 Lexi Vinton

LET

a text i sent my mom tonight

the text read:
"an old soul who knows how to be young maybe.
sometimes i think i am too many things all at once"

Apr 2014 Lexi Vinton

Lody

Apr 2014 Lexi Vinton

AJ

Lody

Children pinch there skin
And think that they are looking
At the dinner they finished six minutes ago.
And they hate themselves.
They hate there bodies for needing food.
They hate their parent's for feeding them.
They hate themselves
For their cute pink pinch able cheeks, and full bellies.
They hate everyone who's ever said
"Someone must have been hungry."

And they never grow out of it.

They skip more than just dessert,
They cut more than construction paper,
They ingest more pills than food.
They hate it. They hate it. They hate everything.
THEY HATE IT.
THEY HATE IT.
THEY HATE EVERYTHING.
They hate themselves.

You can't just come back from something like that.
They'll leave home one day,
And with no one telling them to eat,
They won't.
With no one to watch them,
They'll bleed dry.

You can't just come back from something like that.

Mar 2014 Lexi Vinton

What Makes Me Tick

Mar 2014 Lexi Vinton

AJ

What Makes Me Tick

The reason I have trouble keeping
My mind of of the future
And focusing on the present
Is because the last time
That I focused on the present
I almost died choking on pills and my own tears.
So I'm going to live three years in the future.
Leave me be.

Mar 2014 Lexi Vinton

Hemingway never did this

Mar 2014 Lexi Vinton

Charles Bukowski

Hemingway never did this

I read that he lost a suitcase full of manuscripts on a
train and that they never were recovered.
I can't match the agony of this
but the other night I wrote a 3-page poem
upon this computer
and through my lack of diligence and
practice
and by playing around with commands
on the menu
I somehow managed to erase the poem
forever.
believe me, such a thing is difficult to do
even for a novice
but I somehow managed to do
it.

now I don't think this 3-pager was immor-
tal
but there were some crazy wild lines,
now gone forever.
it bothers more than a touch, it's some-
thing like knocking over a good bottle of
wine.

and writing about it hardly makes a good
poem.
still, I thought somehow you'd like to
know?

if not, at least you've read this far
and there could be better work
down the line.

let's hope so, for your sake
and
mine.