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 am Aisha.
You I know you
Love the idea of Aisha.
I am not the idea of Aisha.
I am not the idea of Aisha.
I am Aisha.
His thumbs were
So big also his fingers.
He was holding Gran’s hand so as to take
What no one can give.
Relax yourself, she said.
She was dying. But he was sick.
Because I was being flown to Kelowna for a reading and he lives in Nelson
I thought I would visit him.
I didn’t tell him this.
Perhaps I should have told it to him.
I thought it would be generous
Of me to
Keep it as a surprise
Instead of
Offering
It
As a promise.
Anyway, he fell off a cliff. And she stopped breathing.
They both stopped breathing
For the purposes of death.
To speak of which to you is
Blasphemy. Like
Who
Are you even?
Do you
Love me?
Regardless
If I am judged
If I am punished
If I am dismissed
If I am misunderstood
If I am celebrated
If I am envied
If I am competed with
If I am slandered against
If I am seen
If I am soft
If I am stupid
If I get it
If I surpass
If I intimidate
If I confound
If I confuse
If I’m confused
If I impress
If I delight
If I contradict
If I embarrass
If I’m transparent
If I’m arrogant
If I reproach
If I lamb
If I snake ssss
If I coconut
If I’m crazy
If I’m coo-coo
If I’m weary
If I resist
If I’m easy
If I’m wrong
If I’m wrong – who gives a fuck?
I have to live.
Three
In August I visited my Gran.
I.
I walk past the psychiatric hospital.
It’s Sunday.
The beach was nice.
The sky is black.
I’m home.
At the nightclub they’d found five guns
And a lot of scissors.
When I read that to my mom she hears seizures.
Write a poem, she says.
Something
They can read at the funeral.
Today as I write this it is Thursday.
The funeral
Was last Saturday.
I did not send a poem.
Mama, I am a poem.
So yeah: the beach was nice; the sky is black.
I’m home.
There are headscarves on my aunties.
A man with hands like
Earth leads the service.
I look at his hands.
He ejects certain words as a way of singing.
Some get pushed
Out or are pulled.
They leap
Or are
Grabbed – I dunno.
On the television
A woman carves from a stack of rice krispie squares
Human breasts.
I feed cut watermelon to my grandmother.
I am low and found; I am high and found.
When I read that part to my mom over the phone she
Cries. It’s sad
She says.
I put my ticket there on her Visa.
The next day my cousin sends me a message.
I read the message.
Then what I do is call my mother.
Now you don’t have any more grandparents!