"stabby" poems
each day i reach your door
like a wet rag with a pulse.
heartbeat ticking,
hand hammering.
here’s your pills—
stabby, pretty, blue.
my fingerprints turn into bruises;
i forget my name.
shattered feet.
socks from last week.
air tastes like floor tiles.
i think the pill looked at me first.
you never ask what’s in it,
only if i still want you to take it.
your eyes orbit my pearl earring
like satellites.
bourgeois flaws taste better imported.
“jolie laide,”
tattooed where your heart should be.
you once told me:
i love ugly things, they last longer.
i mailed my neck to your *ancestors.
no return address,
no name, no guilt.*
pupil to pupil—
*will you know
you never knew.*
hope dies once
in a bag of *dollars,
hollow with pennies.*
you swallow orders like *gospel.
who gave you empty vessels?*
i bit the pill of idiots in half,
wore it as lipstick,
*kissed your ego
until it foamed.*
i leave the door ajar for ghosts;
they smelled like your cologne.
once,
you called me
your softest affair.
pill quartered.
earring taken.
no knocking.
goliath shadows hover,
even in the walls.
*this one licked the floor
where your heart used to be.*
your name clogs my throat
like i deepthroated grief.
i stitched my eye shut
to stop seeing you.
still,
visions came
through my teeth.
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 1:30 PM UTC
crackle
goes the fire
possessed
by my ****** heart
Flying sticky waves
Of achy-stabby sweetness
Going towards the boys
Towards the girls, to everyone
A never-ending flash
Induces a hyperactive coma
We all sleep together
With our organs jumping around inside
A complicated mix of particles
Together form waves
Just like light that comes from grandma's lamp
Soft like a kitten
This panting babbling concourse of love
We understand it like frogs driving cars
Races through our minds like molasses
It fills us with ***** sweet *****
Jun 8, 2011
Jun 8, 2011 at 7:36 PM UTC
Blurred roaring sidewalks
bordered empty highways
and in the name of regret
I forgot that my mother told me to say
"I'm sorry"
instead of
"I hate you"
Didn't matter
you couldn't tell the difference
anyways
because it was too dark to see tears
Pooled up in the corner of my eyes
star-drops in a dim constellation
San Fransisco was foggy that day
with every breath the world ever took from my lungs
and you couldn't see through it
But god, was it
breathtaking, ha
Then they declared me a traffic hazard,
so we went on break for a day
I should've known that sailboats were prone to leaking
like hearts that someone went stabby-stabby at
We were soaked in the scent of rose thorns, and-The
Pandora's Box-we put our faith in something unknown
What were we thinking--
jumped off the side and expected to fly
There's a light at the end of the tunnel, they say
I'm lost
and
well
it's rather impossible to find the North Star when your sky is so caliginous
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 1:29 AM UTC
you
gone yet closer
leaving, moving, changing
wake us up before you leave
bye
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 7:29 PM UTC