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