Sunday, December 9, 2012

(America bursts from your organs (in parts))

America bursts
from your organs, red, blue


I sip spiked tea.

You wash your hair smelling
wood smoke, flesh

I swallow an apple.

You gnaw on Christ's arm.

He pours red wine.

We feast.


Friday, December 7, 2012

(yesterday I was a pillar of bees)

I shower in mold,
shaking, wracked with ivy and dust.
Pigeons feast on my toes.


*excerpted from Light Infinity

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Monday, December 3, 2012

(day)

I will come home. 
I will walk to buy toilet paper.
I will listen to other people sing.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

(these trinkets are my love (in parts))

These trinkets are my love:
Earrings. A wide, wooden bracelet.
I picked them for you.

It's not enough.
To stand conflicted in a market stall
Deciding

To think and think about
what you like best. To give you
an approximation.

Still I ponder.
Even the gift box, blue,
with thin blue ribbon.


What I mean this to say
is that I love you. I am willing to die; 
I love you so

I have spent my morning
in a market stall,
thinking about what you love.

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Friday, October 26, 2012

(love poem #3)

I love you close,
noses touching. Hand to cheek. 
You go; faith eludes me

Thursday, October 25, 2012

(stick)

what could go wrong
with braids in my hair, with trains,
with our elbows touching

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

(oh)

her bong rips, hands
painted mug green hair, eyes,
grunge rock. she dances

Friday, October 12, 2012

Thursday, October 11, 2012

(ceramics)

his hands shaped bowls.
he gave them-- green, black-- to me.
I drank from them.

Monday, October 8, 2012

Sunday, October 7, 2012

(in parts)

Impossible,
to render love in human form: 
biting, ego, blood.

This is why they call for
God, whom they might call
bloodless. boneless, no-

flesh, deceive me. rise
to his flesh: resurrection, through
insurrection--

We have sex
not to end the wanting but to increase
the wanting which is

paramount-- which maybe is--
love. but born of conflict.


There is a contradiction.
here, take my hand, let me love
you, let me suck your blood

see, love,
how sharp my teeth?

Sunday, September 16, 2012

(something)

Music never leaves me
lonely, belly-down on the comforter,
not comforted, with

Thursday, September 13, 2012

(top shelf)

a can of tea. banana peels.
probiotics. an empty bottle of cream.
a knife, keys, lighters

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

(Wednesday night)

we detect something
in the ampersand&wiggling light
bulbs, flying squirrels

(the loop is for infinity)

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

(need)

We are craving velvet
sunshine, wet leaf-licks, like lace,
like blood-blossoms blooming

Thursday, September 6, 2012

(old mattress)

We will not give counsel
to our fears. We will eat candy.
We will go hiking.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

(tentacles and wings)

First, there was a bird.
Then an octopus, eight legs strong.
And me, caught between.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

(Queens)

Head bumps the ceiling.
You're beautiful. Have a great day.
Late night salad cuddles. 

Friday, August 3, 2012

Type A

Don't bother me.
I'm busy. (I do not want to strive
still, alone  )

Sunday, July 22, 2012

(co-author)

Help me write a haiku. 
I'm not good at that. Try. Just say something. 
Something. 

Thursday, July 19, 2012

( )

that place where
the music stops.and all we are breathing
is sound

Monday, July 16, 2012

(angst)

I was eight wounds
walking. I was pillows pressed to mouths, crying
love me, love me, love--

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

(turbine)

Perhaps the trouble
is too much time spent writing
about men.

I am a turbine whirling
round and round, always planted
in the same place.

Would that these windmills
could cartwheel across green fields
to new pastures.

There I would write only
about Things That Matter
like God and Hunger

and the soft fuzz on the back of his ear. 

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Thursday, July 5, 2012

(another kind of poetry)

"And it reaffirms a grand view of a universe ruled by simple and elegant and symmetrical laws, but in which everything interesting in it, such as ourselves, is due to flaws or breaks in that symmetry."

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/07/05/science/cern-physicists-may-have-discovered-higgs-boson-particle.html?_r=1&pagewanted=all

Sunday, July 1, 2012

(overheard in the kitchen, sunday morning)

where the fuck is
the gorgonzola? (wrappers rustling.)
what the heck. (the dogs wag their tails.)

Saturday, June 30, 2012

(storm)

outside there is
thunder and I am thinking about
lightning, trees split in two

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

(desire: in parts)

I want your unlaced
fingertips slicing down my spine.
Bones collapsing.

Your milky way entrails
smear sand across the harbor.
Fishermen weep.

Cities flee from us.
Our love is an earthquake.
You burn me to ash.


Monday, June 25, 2012

(I want to be lit up: a not-quite haiku in seven parts)

I want to be lit up
like bright
bits of tinfoil on

baby's heads
like
a UFO landing

not like
diamonds, blood, not this
rough

patch I've been plodding through, sand
paper, but like
sand

flakes of mica
shining through
and like

fireflies

in dark fields
forests
blackened

exploding with lights

Friday, June 22, 2012

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Friday, May 18, 2012

(meditation: feeling mind)*

Oh, look. Here's fear.
Here's that swampy hollowness in the heart.
That's the way grief feels.


*with thanks and attributions owed to Sally Kempton

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

(love poems #3)

You come running.
The Silver Jews are so fucking good.
I don't feel lost, any more.

Monday, May 7, 2012

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Thursday, April 26, 2012

(poster sale)

postered boards, haggling.
the man with the black beard looked at me.
hard and so I left.

wobbly-kneed to the
apartment. I threw up and laid
on the bed, covered in mirrors.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

(opposite)

I scorn you, you
moon of treacherous pearls.
He said, do it again.

To say it is
lizard tongues, severed, flicking-- the picture
not coming in words.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

(ocean metaphors 2)

swan-like she dove for me.
her face was my own and I gagged on her.
underwater, piano sounds.

Friday, April 20, 2012

(aperture)

Illumination. 
Chain link fence in the moonlight.
A dog's leg lifted. 

Monday, April 16, 2012

Sunday, April 15, 2012

(break form)

We were tigers running.
poem-crazy and blood-thick.
eyes for wolves, skies, fire.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

(morning light)

In my dream there were
hands. White bones curled round doorframes.
Me, grateful to run.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Saturday, April 7, 2012

(tupelo wind)

I am a woman
who needs space. Feed me figs, still (thank you)
I'll take walks, alone.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Monday, April 2, 2012

Sunday, April 1, 2012

(Musical Mash-ups XI)*

My sweet one, I call
you. I will buy you a ewe.
We'll love; he'll be true.


*thank you, Phish

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Sunday, March 18, 2012

(burn me)

call me names, names
change me same, same: you in flames
burn me, burn like you

Saturday, March 17, 2012

(untitled 29 #2)

I want to kick your face.
Twist-legs in hammocks; contradict
such enmity: love.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

(literary burglary #2)*

I'm a burning boat
that carried me here: astute,
blind, courageous.



*with grand thanks (and apologies) to Danielle Laporte

Monday, March 5, 2012

Saturday, March 3, 2012

(we)

We're gonna do this. 
Oh me oh my oh you are-- not
mine, but we are ours.

Friday, March 2, 2012

(weave)

not always constant.
not even kind. but there, like stars
cross-stitching the sky.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

(crescent)

you want me to sing.
to the moon (which I cannot eat) and love
which I cannot speak.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

(January)

He smokes cigarettes.
She writes poetry upstairs,
pretends not to love.

Monday, February 27, 2012

(takeout)

Use your broccoli spoon.
Cottage cheese will get you nowhere.
Forks even less so.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

(with)

face touch hands lips, crest
body my body your lift me you rise--
music, ethereal, light

Monday, February 20, 2012

( / therefore )

I need this. Poetry.
One's own fills what's fallen;
Give me pounding light.

Friday, February 17, 2012

(turtleneck)

leave me, leave me, leave
weary veins and tight-knit heart-
sweater pulling thin

Thursday, February 16, 2012

(like that)

I want to write like
that. Like my heart is liquid
and you are the glass.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Saturday, February 11, 2012

(this morning (February 11, 2012) (four parts))

I am nervous-antsy.
Writing with a pencil.
There is genius in me.

I know it. I want
to let it out! I am trying
to convince myself.


No. I am trying
to convince everybody.
That I can do it.

Then they will tell me
that I can, do it, so that
I will. Do it.

Monday, February 6, 2012

(Musical Mash-ups X: where'd my body go?)*

Have you seen my ghost?
She forgot to float away.
A ghost just needs a home.



*with attributions owed to Wintersleep

Sunday, February 5, 2012

(I think I am)

Your silence slays me.
Meantime feign indifference.
Telling me I'm brave.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

(day 242: your fingers were spears (three parts))

Your fingers were spears
and they skewered me. I languished.
John Travolta laughed.  

I want to be fancied.
I didn't know better! Her purse is gold
strings, cut from your hand.

More needs to be said.
I write it! Still you are running, pant pant.
I will not follow.

I want to be fancied.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Friday, January 27, 2012

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Monday, January 23, 2012

(snow day)

If I could move this wall,
the better to see:
universe, white white white.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Monday, January 16, 2012

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Friday, January 13, 2012

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Friday, January 6, 2012

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

(Musical Mash-ups VIII: when the dam breaks down)

I am a book torn.
Gone the things that hide all fears. 
Trusting you write, too. 



*with attributions owed to Manchester Orchestra

Tuesday, January 3, 2012