Are we

Removed
Enough
For you?

Have you
Found
Comfort in
The laps(e)

Of ones
And zeros?

—-

Block me,
BabY,

Spread me
Across the
Stratosphere.

—-

To Find me
Is to Tentatively
Crush Upon

Many
Discomforting
What-ifs.

“Ooh, boohoo.
Too Challenging.”

You Need me
Forgettable.

You Couldn’t
Handle this
B-Switch.

——————-

Consider me

The Cryptic
Keeper.

Search for My

thinly veiled
Concubine
Of syllabic
Silhouettes.

In Any
Language,

they Lounge
The same-

-Just here.

—-

Men love
to tinker
With you

As if
You’re
Not there.

They want
You to
Be there
For it;

Displaying
No part
Of you
For Yourself.

—-

Breaking
Master peace,

Bastardize
The beauty
To Become
The Beast.

Claw and
Starve her
Insatiable.

—-

When
Absent

They Conjure
A mimic;

Supposing
[And posing]

your replica

To absolute
Finish.

——

There is
No safety
On the paths

Of the
Mouths,
Eyes,
Or ears

Of men

Carved
Into being(s).

—-

The
wreckage

Seeps
and Spoils

All Things
Once
Beautiful.

————————

You cannot

Look at
The son

Or you –
Will be
sucked in.

—-

There is
Too much
Influence

There.

You felt
——-It in
Your bones

As you
Approached
The frame;

Brushing
magnets

Pull and
Push
In-fluent
Friction.

—-

Every cell
sHoOk

In proximal
force.

Like
The smallest
Pieces
Of you

Deeply
Knew….

They were
Suddenly

Not Alone
Anymore.

—-

But
We are

Alone.

[aren’t we?]

Our eyes,

Twin blades,

Not for
Clashing
Into
Each-other.

—-

Be…careful

Our Gaze

Eclipsed

May set
Motion,

Whether we
Like it
Or not.

Beepbeep

I’m watching
“Garden State”

For the
First time

Since 14

Because
It seems like
The most
Millennial
Response

To your
Mom having
Just Died.

—-

Earlier
I was

Eating a
Chocolate bar

And remembered
That

When I was 12,
And I
got my
First period

She Told me:

“You gotta
Eat chocolate
On your period.”

So then I –
– Bawled my
Fucking
Eyes out.

—-

Afterward,

I drove
To parks

I’d never
Been to

By this River
Near my house

Because She –
– Always – used –
– To tell me:

“Go play
Outside.”

—-

“My mom
Just died…

God…it’s
So weird
to say that
out loud.

God um,

My mom
Just died,

And that’s
why I’m
Home.”

-Zach Braff
Garden State, 2004

———————

You are Invited To a Pool party.

Writing space

Is a cat
You try
To hide

From your
Landlord.

It always
Comes out;

Making
Itself known

At – Exactly

  • The Wrong
    —Time.

—-

RSVP-lease

Feel the
Fresh air
Today.

Breathe
And Pulse
In time
With newly
Conscious
Waves.

—-

I want
To sink My
hands In
the Sand
You Hid
Your head in,

Build a
Sandcastle,

Name it “Fort
Abandonment”,

And watch as
Our waves
Wash it away.

I want
To FEEL

Our residual
Pooled
Resonance.

Make like
A Misanthropic
Inter tube,

And Float on
Our Poolsabilities.

—-

Water board me
With your drink
For thinking
So salaciously.

I am Everso
Thirsty to
Sea you.

—————-