i don’t have words
for mourning

reluctant forward motion

feed the guests,
change the sheets,
prepare the samples

someone else’s
best interest
in mind

money is fluid
and slipping away

my generation is
not lazy,
just stunted
by factors
harder to understand
than stereotypes

soon to unravel,
feeling it in the bones

empty cans

some nights
we laugh
some nights
i cry
between sips
this liquid
is particularly problematic
genetically for me
it’s easy to
brush it off
as a good time
as an easy mistake
it’s hard to
drink less

sailor moon

always wanted to be sailor jupiter.
she had a physical confidence i didn’t.
when my mom kept bringing home unfamiliar men
i had a dream
jadeite fed her some poisonous pie.
usually had the urge to
slap usagi since
all her problems were
self created.
still hope we might all be sailor scouts.
still banking on a destiny protecting the moon.

super bowl

i hate both teams
i hated football until
i met you
the game is slow
and the halftime show
is contrived
peyton manning gets
his final win
it’s funny how people
always think
a legacy will
make your deathbed
feel better

egg chair

passed down
three generations
with leather splitting
ironic architecture
to encourage
poor posture
please slouch here
witness to
my stepdad’s sadness
iconic but
i never sit in it


memorize your
teeth, the way your
lips square when
positive emotions
possess you
last week i saw
you grin so fully
your cheeks pressed
your eyeballs shut
and tears rolled down
this was the first time
i ever put all of myself
into anything
it felt
damn good