Levi

today’s
the birthday
of this dead
vegan guy
I met in 2011
at this hookah bar
the modern post.

he was great;
Full of life,
but seemed
so depressed.

His brother,
who looks like
a conehead,
works at a
Whole Foods now
and I see him
around.

They were
the first vegans
I ever met.

I used to think
all vegans
were aliens,
cone head or not.

levi and I
cuddled and
fell asleep on
an alignment
of chairs once.

He’d tell me
I was beautiful,
and ask me
to marry him.

he was like someone
took a five year old
and stretched him out
so he was taller.

I never really knew him
that well at all.

menticanic

a racing mind
can’t excelerate
without a course
to ride on.

the oil spots
leak down
through
your veins

pollute and
inflame
the muscles
with stress.

the cars
must be
put away
sometime.

clear the roads,
wash the
state of them.

sit in
the absence,
and breathe.

I Keep Forgetting

I left
the teapot
on

not hearing
it whistle

long enough
to burn it
again.

by the time
i remembered

i had to
pry its
hot metal
bottom

from sautered
spiral prison.

hope it
will
forgive me

[salvage
charless tasting
oatmeal water]

For forgetting
about it

while it
killed itself
on burner.

lying
in bed

i hear it
whistling
placebo;

[we could
have ruined
it this time]

A guilt
calloused
melody
of sorrow.

I Need Feminism Because Peeping Tom

The peeping tom
has taken up
running or biking

whatever it is
that requires
two-piece spandex
body suits

and frequenting
my coffee shop

since I moved.

when I feel
his eyes on me
staring
as I sit at
my table,

or staring
as I enter
from a walk;

I would rather
take an
orangepeeler
to my skin,

leatherworking
an abaya from
my own flesh

then be
seen.