“Look at my pussy,
it’ll make you feel better”
she said, as she stood
in the shower, one leg in
tub, the other up on
the ledge, her hand
parting her lips as she
smiled: a few moments
earlier I had noticed a text
come through her phone
from her dealer, picked it up
and scrolled through the
message history: she assured
me it was her friend who
had used her phone to text
him about fucking and what
not, and that she would
never cheat on me: later
that night I found out she
was lying: I thought of her pussy
but it didn’t make me feel better.
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The Mundanity of Chronic Illness
when i say that i don’t want to live like this, it’s not an idle suicide threat
it’s just that i’m tired of my life exploding
little explosions and big explosions
not just my life, but my brain
my kidneys are fine for now, thank you
because someone (hollywood?) must think bipolar is so exciting
not the days when you can’t string three words together but go to work anyways with the other ten stuck in the cosmos
not the evenings alone at the kitchen table because you have alienated the other three
not the tremor or dizziness or running into walls or the stupid snakes
that aren’t snakes but (my doctor says) might be a tumor but it isn’t a tumor because I’ve been dealing with this shit too long
not the fear that the only things that have worked are not working
the scars on my body are not exciting
the incompetence is not exciting
the ways i’ve let everyone down – still not exciting
yesterday the phlebotomist told me her mom is taking such a high dose she doesn’t know if it’s still her mom
i didn’t say that maybe she is more herself
i didn’t say that there are no angels
no self, just
ions, synapses, protein
codes that don’t get screwed up, just passed down
which is unbelievably pointless
i want to open my brain from the base of my skull and pull out the snakes
hollywood would love it
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ROLES OF PROVOCATION Winded, I can barely raise my head. Grieving strains like gravity. I lean on my desk, keys twirling on one finger, slapping into my palm. The outer window previews carnival propulsion, the integrity of the Ferris Wheel distinct through a desert sky. Samaritans at a safe distance place 911 calls and side […]
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ON A THEME FROM BRECHT
Wisdom was passed on from mouth to mouth.
And wisdom was passed on from mouth to mouth
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in soft kisses, quickly lost, like music
from her piano. Windows let notes out
last night (and it was the last night) and you ran
after them with your net. Then starry air
found its way back into your open mouth.
Your tongue brushed her wisdom as it landed
on fact. Her candle out, the smoking wick
a token of wisdom from her mouth’s lair.