thick skinbetter late than never
to have acquired that thick skin
as she spent so many years envying those
while tearing up her own insides
like she had purposefully swallowed
watching the world round her enclose &
her options for being "saved"
men in her life who had brought with them an
inferiority complex &
women in her life who had instilled within her a
basket of groundless & ever-multiplying aesthetic solutions, yes,
better late than never to
gut them all out like a specially designed grapefruit spoon does
the flesh of the grapefruit or
sharp wit & truth does the
not waiting for that sickle of death
locked in a cage
"measuring out her life with coffee spoons,"
now more than ever
in the face of constant doctor's calls &
growing prescriptions needing to be filled,
she beats relentless at the
snorting up phlegm &
spitting on this life that has brought her enough grief
to have al
Your EveI'm definitelyYour Eve2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
your Eve- tempting you with just
empty apple skins.
BolideIf the world ends tomorrow--Bolide2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My dad will sit out in a lawn chair
the freezing Minnesota air,
chainsmoking and smirking.
And you, maybe if you wanted,
we'd stand at the top of the Indian mounds
like we did on the Fourth of July years ago
and watch meteors firework across the sky.
There will be no mini doughnut stand this time,
no children laughing at the bright flashes,
but also no repentance.
If the world ends tomorrow,
you don't need to apologize for anything.
Hearts are fragile things
and it's not like this world
hasn't been struck by a meteor before.
OuvertYou were the one who showed me how to breatheOuvert2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How to open my mind and my eyes;
to the emptiness and vast
beauty (see also: suffering)
of the world around us; to touch
(and feel the sunshine on our backs)
and when my eyes opened
and with it came the slam of a door
you were afraid of what you saw
(left naked in the streets)
the abstract ebbs and flows of your
I was jealous at how miraculous it was
(without the necessity to go with gears and symmetrical lines)
you exiled yourself
closed the world away and turned to a darker corner where you could be alone with your thoughts
(Oh how I know those corners as well)
with the idea that you were not exiling yourself
you were banished (mais la verité te libérera)
you almost turned around completely
your back facing my front,
and I saw in your eyes:
The watery image of an old person,
weary with age
and in your irises (deeper to your retinas)
board shortsto be the Jesus doppelgangerboard shorts3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
on a skateboard
in orange Hawaiian board shorts
high-fiving Pittsburgh businessmen.
i know you've seen him.
because i've seen
your face watch subway doors open.
you count the trench coats,
the interns running late.
you can tell how
late they are by
how fast their arms are moving.
to have my arms
be an oasis in a city.
to have my hands
make handshakes full of summer.
to have my fingers
be forever giving because
we're always receiving.
we're always making house calls.
we're always adding creases
to our skin so we can fit
inside of suitcases.
but who am i kidding?
in ten years i'll be another
pair of dress shoes adding
cracks to the city sidewalks.
i want to have a garden.
i want my weeds to talk
louder than any
computer glowing in a cubicle and
when i walk i want
arms moving slower than any
steamboat on the river.
my best friend wants to be a housewife.
i said writing is my lover.
our dreams may be different cities
but neither could ever be a
Butterfly EyesShe touched my butterfly eyesButterfly Eyes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with dark hands in the heart
of an empty apartment.
The walls concaved in,
the ceiling dripped down,
the floor captured us;
We were molded into
the fine lines, the insides
of this place.
It was sheltering us
from the divine storm
that only she could see.
We kept our fingers interlocked
until we drifted to sleep.
It was night for days;
The rain fell like the sky
was in as much pain as us.
The wings of my butterfly eyes
shuttered under the finger tips,
soft from weeping.
I desperately wanted to fly
off the face I was attached to,
cut away the burden of my body
and release the little part inside of me
that grew the butterfly eyes
in the first place.
I left her sleeping on the floor
of our empty bedroom,
and crossed the hall into the bathroom
where I locked the door
and switched on the broken light.
Where eyes were supposed to be
wide lilac wings fanned out
across my face, with white lace
fringing their edges. Grey freckled
my cheeks, and eternity
The Universe and YouHalfway to infinity and nowhere near the endThe Universe and You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you find yourself torn between your macrocosmic existence
and the endless tangles of your hair
caught in the universe’s mechanisms
that turn and turn and turn and turn and turn
until the words spin and make no sense
a jumble of ideas never finding expression
on anthropic tongues
but trust in faith
they fall through space.
The land is parched as the sea licks its lips
saltatory undercurrents keep the world feeling
but never knowing
All of nothingMaybe it's true -All of nothing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am all
Of the nothing
You protest loudly
Back of this line
On hands and knees
Heart on tongue
Lapping words once
Upon his time
Not a time because
His was the only
You wished upon
Holding feet up
As you passed along
The tracks and blew
Kisses to the god of
Traffic lights and
Sipping your tea
Drinking your fortune
You were finally fortunate
Enough to see
Every word that you
Somehow missed in
Your fairy tale
Riddled with inaccuracies
Of the prince saving
fire breather~oxygen and sinfire breather~2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
igniting our worlds; as we,
now- collide and spark
i've ripped my lips from every burned thought.iii. my feet and handsi've ripped my lips from every burned thought.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are always cold,
will always be cold.
i. i ransack memories
i thought i'd burned them all,
turned them all to ash,
and placed them in tupperware containers -
each one neatly labeled with dates
and numbered with catastrophes.
i shoved them all in freezers -
saving them for lovelier days,
thinking i've never deserved
anything better than freezer burn
to sustain me.
iv. my limbs are blue and reek of stale air.
my nose and tongue are covered in frost
and my lips are painted
v. i will trace new memories,
on your skin with my lips,
and pray i won't need
to burn those too.
wordless murmurswordless murmurs2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your thundering echoes tangled in
my flesh and cross-stitched fabric
(Crated, trembling, touching buried skin:
Your absent fingers, but bare reflections of
tips tingling with your static), remind
the surface you were here.
Rebounding ripostes that are unsaid(and
forgotten bruises below clinching firmly to
the physical sensations you left over),
Assert the wordless murmurs that prickle
my goose-fleshed regard.
A living ghost kept alive through remembering,
"I was here. I was here. I was here."
To Any Good Teacherthere was a patient manTo Any Good Teacher2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who read my words and said
you could be anything
when i held no ambitions;
i will make him proud.
this shit isn't dranoI would mix a pastethis shit isn't drano2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of saliva, tears,
and broken dreams
to replace things
you thought were lost;
recover all the little things
you hung with delicate
in spider's webs and
give breath to paper
angel wings for flight.
but, with vinegar
doused upon these wings
and epoxy riddled webs,
you pour my concoction
down the drain with disdain
that you aren't good enough.