Have you ever
been somewhere
And just thought,
“Oh my god,
I am actually
Losing my mind.
This is what
Releasing
The grip
On sanity
Feels like.”
—
I just did,
Watching two
[Insanely
Too] attractive
People
be In love
| All over |
Each other.
She took
Her hair
Out of
A bun And
locked tresses
Fell perfectly.
Whiskey
is always
there for you
when you
need it.
sometimes
i could use
a little
warmth
in my life.
it slides
into me
gracefully
no hidden
expectations
or motives;
its only
wants me
to feel
“Do you have
A lighter?”
“no, I don’t
smoke.”
“no kidding?
you look like
you would.”
—
maybe,
I’ll take up
smoking.
“she’s so
‘hates herself’
beautiful…
i love
that
about her,”
they’d say.
—
I spit
Wherever
I want
Just like
The boys,
“My DNA
Deserves
to be
Everywhere.”
Chamomile tea
And body spritzer
A queen bee
Flys past me
To calm down.
short-shorted
piggy-bunned
riding that
baby blue bike
through the
grass fronts
of small business
and edges
of town on a
monday day.
—
no one knows
you’re 27.
pedophiles
eye you,
suspiciously,
that you know how
traffic functions.
a selfish
wasp scared
away the
adult woman
from her floral
patio furniture.
it sniffed
at brick
and caulk;
looking
for holes
in the exterior
to infiltrate
like it
owns the place.
the plant
extended itself
just slightly
towards the sun
to motion,
“hey, I
need more.”
maybe we all
have a way
of doing that
whether
cognizant
of our own
movement
or not.
—
a centipede
flew down from
the wood awning
fearlessly
then skittered
across
floor boards
in pursuit
of destination
building crevice
[pretending
it knew
just
where it
was going]
maybe
we all
do that
too.
Craves a
fucking salad.
chop me up
and throw
me into
your mouth,
crunch down
on me
and swallow
eating me
will not
nourish you
[but that
isn’t what
you’re
going for]
sweetheart,
i will not
make you
beautiful
but you
will love
me for it.
—
Hello,
cartoons
I kept
on my desk.
you are fired
for not
keeping me
happy enough
to compensate
for the dreaded
capitalistic
decline.
i wonder,
if she
does not
see him
sexual,
if i
contorted
his body
back
tying
limbs
into
my new
bike
made
seat
of his
face
and rode
him
through
camo-toting
town;
could she
even
see us
through
glared eye?
—
Him
being
just as
difficult
to get up
and down
My
three flights
of stairs
without
a fight.
—
Once,
when
i was
25,
i thought
i fell
inlove
with
a boy.
BUT
I didn’t.
I loved
how he
loved me.
—
nick
[and his
family]
was [were]
“cat
scavanging
my used
tampons
from the
bathroom
garbage-
-kill
them
all over
their house-
-and then
clean
them up,”
in love
with me.
