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Aug 2013 · 627
dragging
RIKKI Aug 2013
All birds are dead.
There are no birds here.
Aug 2013 · 777
harikari
RIKKI Aug 2013
as the women grind grain in their mortars
i kneel nearby.
watching them scrub the grain sand smooth
my organs feel too hot
burning hot
so hot and it hurts and
i want to perform harikari
just to let out the heat
just a quick slice across my belly
just to cool off my steaming intestines
Jul 2013 · 801
immune to poison
RIKKI Jul 2013
my blankets are breathing
i pick my scab over and over
i pick my scab over and over
i pick my scab over and over
keep your eyes open
RIKKI Jun 2013
maybe we'll make these
it sounds like he's blooming

that sounds lovely
rltac
May 2013 · 1.7k
Wishbone-wide
RIKKI May 2013
She's on the couch with her eyes open lips open legs open
She just kinda appeared

That's what we want of course
May 2013 · 490
these
RIKKI May 2013
these are not Truths
-these inner workings- these vulnerable selves-
integrated with what is, was, might have been, will be, could be-
half the story is never even told-
she keeps on writing-
May 2013 · 436
spines
RIKKI May 2013
one of the lights above me flickers
May 2013 · 500
No home
RIKKI May 2013
The train tracks have slipped under the loose sand.
Up in the tree, I watch people I'll never meet go by.
May 2013 · 444
gardening
RIKKI May 2013
memories get distorted based on who you are now
turning life into language
the dark secret(s)
whatdoesitmeanwhatdoesitmean
Mar 2013 · 318
.
RIKKI Mar 2013
.
in the sky, a thousand moons
RIKKI Mar 2013
you're like a lunar eclipse
alluring
giving off this feeling of
                                                       energy

polarizing -

                                                       are we alive?
RIKKI Mar 2013
i realized why i like to wear so many clothes

                    why?

because if i wear enough it feels like someone is hugging me
dc
RIKKI Mar 2013
when the tiger dies, it leaves its skin
when you die, you leave nothing
derekypoo
Mar 2013 · 376
MIDNIGHT SNAKES
RIKKI Mar 2013
what did you wish for?
derekderekderek
RIKKI Mar 2013
I ran over some rain yesterday
The world is a different place when it is night
That is where we should find
                                                our bones
DEREK
Mar 2013 · 859
ghost world
RIKKI Mar 2013
i was driving in the middle of nowhere going home through the free-range cow farm
and there was this mexican guy sellling oranges in the middle of nowhere, i felt bad for him
and he had a rainbow beach umbrella
it's like that old man in ghost world waiting for the bus that never comes
then at the end it does
more derek c.
Mar 2013 · 488
Prayers
RIKKI Mar 2013
When I was in kindergarten I caught a praying mantis.
And then a kid squished it in half on purpose, and it was alive from the waist up.
Then I had a nightmare it grew huge and killed the entire class.
From a conversation with Derek C.
Feb 2013 · 425
las montañas
RIKKI Feb 2013
apoyando el valle como una taza
llenas de la raza
My friend and I made our own lotería cards. This was mine. The mountains.
Feb 2013 · 378
poetry n shit
RIKKI Feb 2013
She wanted me
to be inside her
so I fed her my poems
and she swallowed.
Feb 2013 · 815
Brittney
RIKKI Feb 2013
We ditched school that day to drive to LA to find her real dad.

We stayed in the desert and she got her **** pierced instead.
Feb 2013 · 2.0k
Muscle
RIKKI Feb 2013
She gained ten pounds of muscle the summer she worked in Alaska.
She’d have that slight tone for the rest of her life –  
a glimmer when she flexed to stock shelves at Vons the next year or to take a turkey out of the oven or to climb a ladder or to carry her sleeping daughter fifteen years later.
A flashing tight tendril of muscle in her triceps.
Feb 2013 · 1.1k
Wistful
RIKKI Feb 2013
Their house was

Pressing your nose into the crackling spine of an ancient novel –
Coarse pages and the small warmth of unraveling vanilla.
Nostalgia.

But there was another smell too, around the edges.
One that made it a different story.

A smell like rotten apples  hidden somewhere years before
And forgotten.
A heart-sinking, suspicious nostalgia.
Feb 2013 · 2.8k
clock
RIKKI Feb 2013
The clock is ticking. You're trying desperately to explain something and you don't have enough time.

End the story wondering...
Jan 2013 · 370
you are
RIKKI Jan 2013
pulsing, teeming,
breathing meaning

into



me
Jan 2013 · 3.8k
a snowflake
RIKKI Jan 2013
a snowflake lands on the tip of my finger


















it melts
Jan 2013 · 521
Just Drive
RIKKI Jan 2013
Warm air from the summer night blasts through the open windows.
I don’t know where we’re going.
I don’t think he knows either.
"Just drive," he says.

So I do.
Jan 2013 · 248
found
RIKKI Jan 2013
i freeze the meat
the wild beast
i wrote this when i was 4
Jan 2013 · 1.3k
Room Temperature
RIKKI Jan 2013
Del sat on the steps in front of a brick building, smoking a cigarette. She looked more like a thick, young teenage boy that a woman in her mid-twenties. With her track jacket collar pulled up tight around her, she recoiled into herself, slinking back into the steps. She siphoned a long deep inhale of smoke.

Andie blew the cigarette smoke through her tightened lips and whistled the smoke at the mirror in front of her. She reviewed her reflection critically with squinting eyes. It was cold and dark in the room except for the hot glow of cigarette and the glare of a bare light bulb without a lampshade. Her skin stood up with goosebumps and her ******* were small and hard.
Jan 2013 · 562
II
RIKKI Jan 2013
II
My dad cried when he saw the Statue of David in the seventies.

He hung huge cheap prints in his foyer years later. I thought it was weird.

I’d always stare up at David’s penises - these Greek dongs poking me in my eyes.
Jan 2013 · 1.5k
Incense
RIKKI Jan 2013
My nervous stomach always makes it hard to **** during a vacation. This isn’t MY toilet. After two weeks of self-inflicted constipation in my friend’s cousin’s tiny pueblo, I couldn’t hold it anymore.

I took a huuuuuuuuuge dump. To my horror, it was so huge it wouldn’t flush. Oh God no.

I smuggled a grocery bag into the bathroom and put it over my hand as a glove to pinch the link into smaller sections. Flush *******! Even the pieces wouldn’t go down. I pulled them out with the bag and threw it in the trash can outside as fast as I could.

I kept waiting, horrified, for the trash truck to come please don’t discover my **** in there please don’t discover my **** in there until the day the trash can got full.

In these little pueblos, what I didn’t know is that there is no trash truck. They burn their trash. My **** was in there.

They burned my ****.
Jan 2013 · 1.9k
That smell-
RIKKI Jan 2013
and I remember.
Jan 2013 · 671
At Bob's Funeral
RIKKI Jan 2013
he held the microphone with two hands,
one slightly overlapping the other - protecting.

"I stand before you today
trembling,"
he said, "partly from agoraphobia
partly from guilt.
Guilt not that I never said goodbye but that I
never said
thank you."
6/27/50-1/13/13

Timmy's eulogy
RIKKI Jan 2013
ghost - yes
walking - barely
Jan 2013 · 443
you knowwwww
RIKKI Jan 2013
so I went with my dad to his therapist today.
I mean, I just stayed in the waiting room
but this older lady came in and was kind of frantic
and I was just reading a magazine
and she's like, I wish I could be as calm as you.
you remind me of my step daughter.
I'm admiring your long eyelashes.
you're so calm, I wish I was more like you.
and then she asked if I was waiting for someone, and I told her yes.

so then she said something like, "you're lucky not to be like us."
conversation with Sarah O 17/1/13
Jan 2013 · 376
drink
Jan 2013 · 498
Jim's Suicide
RIKKI Jan 2013
he stands tiptoes at the edge of the satellite,
smiling into the inky infinity
and says “i'm not thirsty anymore”
Jan 2013 · 743
Eternity
RIKKI Jan 2013
The dunes ten thousand miles away
hum for ten thousand years.

A hum I feel through my feet when I breathe hard,
bent over the kitchen sink,
gasping for air between big, fat
gulps of chalky tap water.

I refill the glass and hand it to him.
Jan 2013 · 558
2006
RIKKI Jan 2013
And so quickly did she puddle – spilled candle wax under a waning moon –

slowly starting to slice silently into a juicy tomato and to have barely imperceptibly snapped the skin and – dust –




that I wondered if she had been real at all.
Jan 2013 · 709
Her Song
RIKKI Jan 2013
She ate rose petals,
and with her hands to the ground,
she felt the earthworms’
chants vibrate from the soil below.
Jan 2013 · 296
You Died This Week
RIKKI Jan 2013
We’ll use your body to make flower chain crowns.
Jan 2013 · 547
Matters
RIKKI Jan 2013
I fall asleep to a hum I feel more than hear
- a neighbor’s fridge?

They’ll find six pounds of honeycomb there next year.

In the morning,
three perfect endive-leaf insect wings on my pillow.
Jan 2013 · 326
Us
RIKKI Jan 2013
Us
we are














two planets














without gravity
Jan 2013 · 434
The Golden Hour
RIKKI Jan 2013
She stood in the wheat field at the golden hour. She saw the melting horizon in all directions. No mountains, no hills, no fences, no walls. The wheat flicking her thighs and behind-her-knees, she stood frozen like she would fall up into the sky or roll down the edges and right off. She had come for a walk among the wheat, for ideas, for answers.
She left with less than she thought she had.
Jan 2013 · 1.9k
Mystery
RIKKI Jan 2013
As a kid, I kept eating things that weren’t food –
fingernails, scabs, hair, staples, rocks, marbles.

Sometimes I still wonder if there’s a Lego head
floating around in my intestines.
Jan 2013 · 762
Loose Teeth
RIKKI Jan 2013
I’m anxious about my two loose front teeth.
Every time I lick them, they get looser and looser.


I keep checking with my tongue if they’re still loose and each time I do, I make them looser and looser.


I close my mouth tight to stop.
But the clenching is a catalyst for two soft, dull snap snaps and the teeth are out,
lying on my tongue

and so I swallow them.


All that night, I’m sick,
imagining the two teeth chomping and chewing up my insides.

The tooth fairy comes anyway.
RIKKI Jan 2013
I stretch forward, elongating my neck, making the hairs that grow down onto my nape prickle,
envisioning
my true horse-nature.

I’m hooves clopping on river rocks. My mane combed to one side, my angular muzzle huffing.

I’m strong and sturdy – muscle and a soft steel kind of strength. And yet at the
whistle of a windblown reed,

I’m gone,
scattered and spooked.

I trace the angles that connect weakly on my rawboned face. Strong lines
never broken never snapped,
just shifted and sifted easily.

I stand before others, pulled loosely together, unsettled in my people-clothes.
Loyal – love me.
Wild – but not too tightly.

I sit for sketches  
sometimes hours sometimes minutes sometimes seconds sometimes months.

I look like a human,
solid to the fingertips of others pressing in – but  

I’m a ghost.

I’m burned by the red clay of a canyon wall, shiny from the sun. My sweat reflects ribbons of
wet diamonds
at the bottom of a cold, fast river.
Jan 2013 · 555
Fish Out of Water
RIKKI Jan 2013
During construction on our house,
both toilets were taken out.
And I had to **** so bad.
I held a trash bag to my **** and **** a long snake in it.







I’d never seen my **** out of water before.
RIKKI Jan 2013
The inside edge of a cattle skull,
left in the middle of the desert
for as long as it took the wind
to blow soft dust through it until
it was white bone
with pulsing shadows.

The underside of a mallard’s wing – stretching
out for flight across an emerald
algae green manmade pond
behind a leaning trailer, where
a man with cancer and a beer
lives.

The inner curve of “Class of 1972”
carved into the cement
outside a tiny school where
an old man walks by
for the thousandth time,
wondering
Jan 2013 · 373
Scruple
RIKKI Jan 2013
I ran over a squirrel that was already dead.

— The End —