< petty

2.04.2019

endings are hard – i miss
the interaction but not the person,
never the one who thought
he could take it all from me
and make me a typical
Disney villain. in spite
of my hardships, i’m learning,
i’m loving with abandon
and the shit on the fan?
you might just up and leave
but i’ve got a mop
and i know how to clean.

i am well, healthy here in
this space, tugging
corners of my lips into
a true smile, eyes bright
with promise on the horizon.
i’m supported by others without
naming names, blaming games,
screenshots and lies to seem
profound. all these claims
that you made that came back around?
you should be ashamed.
my ship isn’t listing
in a shallow whirlpool,
i just want to be honest –
is that a thing you can do?
i am small on this high road
but still taller than you.

kick the dirt

16.12.2018

asphalt hums on oil leaks
streets quiet – showing streaks
vomit stains on dirty sheets
hit the wind on water flowing
where we’re going there’s no knowing
blowing air in my direction
dirty words and tooth-rot glaring
you swear and question ticket fares –
i hate you but can’t stop staring.

saddle up behind the rider
cold shoulder boulder driver
storms rattle dust up in my
mind – underneath is only rust
as metal scrapes the earthborn sky
briar patch of thorns and whistles
sing it to me through snake hisses
kiss me silent spit sour dry –
submission tastes a lot like this.

the form

3.12.2018

i have never known myself.
a stranger lying in wait within
my scrambling flesh. when
it sings, sinks in the singe of
match burns and quiet lies,
calling out – like to like,
sinew and muscle vibrato,
the skeleton hums in climaxing
stasis, the never-ever-getter
getting something in the end,
the finality of crying
in a quiet bed.

it is not enough.
it will never be right or
good or whole enough for you,
take and take and do not
give a shit or second
thought – you seam up the hole
but leave the inside bleeding.

shadow of the counter-part;
everything in this mouth tastes
like cardboard, bile, some latex
foreign object – square
hole, round peg. and in
the middle of this tandem mess…
the form, the screaming words
caught in shirtsleeves, bedspreads.

straining ears catch no pentameter.
words wrap like thistles round
my thighs, mouth soundless and
torn as a stuffed doll. trip and stop.

i have
no idea what i’m doing anymore.

pulling teeth

17.12.2016

flash those pearly whites.
light catching on
lies, tongue flippant over
long vowels and sighs.
that time you said we were
something, shy-eyed against
the odds.
but dawn came
and your smile, now, it is
different, this distance;
you are the icy heart of Pluto’s
broken pressure
from my missives.
i watch you face away, mocking ignorance;
and i laugh and small talk with
your text-tones, pure silence.

i look sick–
pounds dropping,
a dripping faucet from my hips,
my eyes. my breasts, thin.
you poke fun inside
my rib cage to leave me heart-stricken,
and chapped skin around my lips
keeps pulling up in pretend.

capillaries burst and fix into
bruises, nail scratches,
hands grasping and losing purchase;
there is so little left to hold.
the bridgework falls apart in
the mold, your grin contagious
and profoundly plaguing.

i can only bend back so far,
legs open, no pain to numb the
knowledge of the drugs you’re roped in,
you set the tone, the pace, the bones
of relationship tropes and blood stains
read like coffee grounds in small doses.
pump your brakes, poised with
easy access to the display case.
we’re closing up shop now, out of stock;
gone are your visceral devices,
trying to save face calling
corporate competition for fuck dates
and pricing.

tell me why it is
that talking to you is like pulling teeth?
yellow skeleton slice, smirk pulled
aside and nothing underneath.
dentist chair, armrests squeezed bare of
stuffing now neatly piled beside the floor.
tools spot abscesses and reek, mirrors
dance along your sallow cheeks, and i
find nothing to restore.

termed

10.09.2016

the supervisor has come to
bind the eyes, gag this tongue
that tries to scissor snake in two,
hide the hands holding the knife.

red tape so thick it is new
plush carpeting, tailor-made
for my arrival. dress up and
look sharp, a killer smile.

oh, this paperwork. it never
ends, swift doubling back, eating the
tail of its fossil predecessors,
an orbit of copy letter disposables.

the department of human artifice
(resources have nothing to do with it)
sit in the back. take notes
on a cold mahogany coffin-table.

the guillotine lays flat and white,
ready to charge forward to
the instruments, lined up
to lop the limping bit right off.

a clean slice. a small gasp.
this is no cease-fire, this new void.
trying to achieve vocational satiety
with soggy tissues and a wastebasket.

on meditation

9.09.2016

tendons tense. relax
into to place,
(breathe in)
capillaries fizzing
adrenaline veins.

crouch to be disjointed,
head wilting slow;
(breathe out)
a small dizzy spell
and coppery taste.

breathe the fuck in.
breathe the fuck out.
you can calm down.
(i doubt, i doubt.)

be still

8.09.2016

be still. night sky
slow, soft, sure in its ink dark,
stars winking out to swallow me
whole.

the tall grasses
sway in wind movement nonexistent,
moaning roar from water-cars
crashing.

the corpse flower
wafts pungent in the silky air,
catching my nose, my mouth, like
vomit.

and you are there.
black hole eyes staring
endless, palms outstretched.

disappear.

Stitches

7.09.2016

i suppose i must be burlap
if you are wool.
we play at being friends,
we rent our sentiments.
symbiotic tug-of-war.

sometimes you drain
like potatoes in a can.
thick-spun slime melting off
slowly, then all at once;
you don’t keep well.

the world smiles gorgeous
but not for this one,
this one right here
that stabs slivers of glass
into the backs of eyes.

and those hooks! they claw,
they tear scar tissue
anew, and i don’t scream;
you pass over me in shadow.
it is just this again.

i will endure it, endless,
forever cosmos wrapping,
twisting to pull me
into your black mouth.
awaiting the kill.