Contents (82)
- Contents
- One
- Something softens me
- And a withering pear I can’t eat.
- Considering
- I have to live. There’s stuff inside of things.
- What is bread?
- In the dream
- I sleep in a room.
- In my nipple is an eye.
- I am in love.
- Dec 31, 2014
- Aquamarine and topaz
- Everywhere there are men, there are men
- When I leave here I don’t know where I am.
- Two
- I like it when we give the world to itself
- I can’t believe I agreed to go to work today.
- I fold in half
- One headline said 5 minutes early is on time;
- I am an angel but I respire.
- “The Bay Area”
- Advanced Adulthood
- What’s the big fucking deal about
- Today I could aspire but I want to nap
- Your yes, yes.
- Adornment is exaltation enacted.
- It’s Saturday. I meet you, get soft.
- I spread butter on the darkest rye
- My duty is to tend
- He thinks I should be glad because they
- His thumbs were
- Because I was being flown to Kelowna for a reading and he lives in Nelson
- Regardless
- Three
- In August I visited my Gran.
- Strong basic love
- Happy Cup
- I defer to you.
- Blood
- Rat vs. Lamb
- A beach.
- I was born and I lived
- I wore a mint-green Donna Karan suit in the Lincoln LS commercial.
- The landlord said he lost his phone.
- I want to walk the park with you
- Hi.
- I take a medicine.
- I decided that I was a planet and I was a planet.
- The crease
- I said no
- So I have a brand new set of markers
- Five
- I was a born a baby.
- Eighteen degrees Celsius Zagora No events Mostly cloudy
- The goat
- I cut my horns
- My anger is hope for my own righteousness.
- The coo of the common emerald dove is the sound of Venus.
- I have to live lest I die-live.
- It’s why I was born.
- Six
- I told you.
- How much of your body is your head.
- The trick to being funny by Aisha Sasha John.
- I couldn’t win with my brother because I was born.
- Thanks.
- I’ve seen stuff always.
- For you and all your siblings and friends and husbands or boyfriends.
- Seven
- I removed the snake ring.
- Pussy pain.
- The reassuring thing about life
- Psychic = Self-believer
- The year of being selfish. The year of being relaxed.
- I find the book.
- I get my power from pleasure. And I get my pleasure from pleasure, too.
- I’m on the back of something.
- I’m not dead.
- I’m not gonna die of love.
- I have to live. I’m married to love.
- Acknowledgements
I decided that I was a planet and I was a planet.
I had to.
I decided that I was a planet and –
I am.
I want to love.
I see old women
Who live.
They know something.
It’s true I’ve suffered
The delusion
That I am unlamblike.
But oh my gosh that’s crazy.
Though it doesn’t matter where I sit
And that I’m fucking crazy.
God gave it to me.
I have to live.
It doesn’t matter where I sit
And that I’m fucking crunchy.
I have to be fibrous
So as not to be consumed.
I have to
Fucking live.
I can live –
In the world –
With the people.
I can live in the world with the people if they understand that
All a poet is is some bitch
Who thinks she’s better
And feels sort of bad about it
But not, not really that bad more like
Feels bad
For feeling bad
At all.
Also, I need a lot of money.
So I could have a lot of money.
That’s why I need it.
I need a lot of money.
So I can have it.
Because I need to have money.
The crease
In the jeans
At the top
Of her thighs.
The pink and red
Oily flora
Of this
Bus-riding man’s
Nose.
The hard snow cone of his belly.
Did you see us?
We were in June.
Westbound.
I looked at his bracelets.
The flesh
At the cutout of his knee brace
Was like a dick in a fist.
I said no
I said yes
I said no
Wasn’t happy.
I never get these.
And the Christ said
Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani.
Anyway
It doesn’t matter
What happens in
My life it’s
My life.
I’ll never hate it.
Still,
I don’t want it revealed I’m uptight.
(I’m uptight.)
Sigh.
There was a point when if I had to get
One of the hot deli pastas I’d get the large one.
These days I get the small. (And a Limonata.)
I can eat my pasta on a blanket in the park
Alone.
People will or won’t
Stare at me.
I’m practising.
I have to live
In the day
At the park
Being
Looked at
Even.
So I have a brand new set of markers
And a couple bags of chips.
Yea, my hand is not steady
But my heart wet
And lithe.
Lend me your neck or your palm
And I will draw something ugly by accident.
Five
I was a born a baby.
I didn’t have any teeth.
My favourite lady
Was there.
I cried
Due to the fact of
Air.
Her hair was thick and waved
And black and mellow.
My boots have holes.
She buys me high-tops.
The allegory of the $50 high-tops.
At first they felt too full the ankle support
Overwhelming
And now I am like
Heel cushioning: Praise God.
Let’s hope no one destroys me.
Also I need a costume.
I made a dance; I need a costume.