poetry Sim-You-Nation 16 Oct 2020 I learnedHow to beAn adultBy PlayingThe Sims. —- As a childI didn’t haveTo worry, My parentsBought all theExpansionPacks for me. The gameDidn’t let myCharacterHave a job. ¯_(ツ)_/¯ —- In game,…
poetry To be Invisible Glass 13 Oct 202013 Oct 2020 PretendI am aScreen. Look @ me. ScrollThroughMy feeds, & analyzeMy data. —- LayAround; HoldingMe InYour Hands —-So Many——-Times You loseAll desireto see me... ...& then...Scroll me ——Some——More. —- For sanity…
poetry Bbs first pandemic funeral 1 Oct 202010 Oct 2020 Don’t worry, Like...This- ———Isn’tAbout you. —- This isAbout how Now I soak In overpricedLiquid Satin, Butmy momIs still dead. —- I drift off toSlumberland On silkBed sheetsEach night, Butmy momIs…
poetry Mid-life Cry, sis 27 Sep 202028 Sep 2020 I neverThought I’d liveVery long. —- I grew upWith ConstructionSites asJungle gyms, Bingeing onSix-footBeef stick, Until ITradedEm’ in For the Salt and Meatof Six-foot Men; Clogging myArt-eries Til DeathDo us…
poetry Men… 20 Sep 202020 Sep 2020 LoveTo leaveSpaces. They wantTo comeInside you, TakethemselvesOut, And See The Impression They wereCapable of TemporarilyLeavingIn you. —- RevelIn the ProlapsedAsshole Of theirPost-CoitalAbsence. ——————- https://open.spotify.com/track/7qknPVsQwsKPIoT6zWlpLE?si=9f_OZkvSR8yqHUbZ1BYNSg
poetry Eye’m so Hungry 12 Sep 202013 Sep 2020 To beSeenBy youAgain. I wouldGiveAlmostAnything Just toGazeAt youBriefly. Our gazesWere AlwaysLike touches. —- The intimacyBetween usIs a palpableThing. —- Though Cocooned Behind lids Now, EventuallyOur I’s willburstThrough To lightAgain, born…
poetry We are all Surfaces In the Envirusment 11 Sep 202019 Sep 2020 My loveHangs aroundLike mold. I InfiltrateYour porousWood Sink intoYourRemembrains. —- Don’tMind me... ...Just evading Lapses toRid yourInfrastructureOf me; FortifyingMyself—StrongerThan everInside You. —- I am theTwenty-percentThat knowHow toSurvive Your vinegar. —-…
poetry My dad 22 Aug 202022 Aug 2020 has COVID. He started withsinus congestion& extreme nausea. But now, it’s mainlyshifted tochest congestion. He becomeswinded if he,“talks too much”. But he’s a74-year-old man wholives alone, sincemy mother died less…
poetry You cannot 11 Aug 202012 Aug 2020 Look atThe son Or you -—Will besucked in. —- There isToo muchInfluence There. You felt -——-It inYour bones As youApproachedThe frame; Brushingmagnets Pull andPush In-fluentFriction. —- Every cellsHoOk In proximalforce.…
poetry You are Invited To a Pool party. 6 Aug 20207 Aug 2020 Writing space Is a catYou tryTo hide From yourLandlord. It alwaysComes out; MakingItself known At - Exactly The Wrong—Time. —- RSVP-lease Feel theFresh airToday. BreatheAnd PulseIn timeWith newlyConsciousWaves. —- I…
