let’s take
a moment to desaturate this, don’t
let it crawl across your
flickering eyelids, traipse
through your successes
leave it to us to find
wonder in shadows, carefully
travelling backward through
time and into closetspace
april 6, 2016
in wait like
a house cat
in a shadow
anticipating mail, apologies,
the right synonyms and
creative perfection
april 7, 2016
robotics of rolling coin,
thursday morning and
the weeks go by
so much faster
as i get older
vase full of willows, outside
the sun shines like it
just remembered how and
everyone has air in their tires,
smiles at strangers,
walks with a purpose
march 30, 2016
little green things
coming through, planted
grass but the tulips
still found their way up
and out
the other platforms
do you have twitter? instagram? i’m trying to build my social media (coincidentally, my personal hell) because it’s a good way to get people to read and care about your writing. let’s connect perhaps out of obligation and also (maybe, hopefully) because there is the spark of common ground between us and we want to listen intently to one another.
cool,
this is familiar
scapegoat comes around, it’s
a blizzard out there, we’re
putting too much
into fate
so much that,
if it does exist,
it’s surely caving
under pressure
and all the parts of my body
that seek easy validation
howling with the
moon
waxing while
we wane
success/habit/friend
i got accepted
into 3 publications, maybe
somebody interviews me, maybe
success doesn’t mean anything if
you feel like a fraud, maybe
i am made of sea foam,
self-destruct mode sleeping while
i pass out thinking maybe
i should have, maybe
you won’t burn this entirely
to the ground, maybe
i will ask for more
next time
march 16, 2016
i want the parts
i lent you
back
don’t want to
further your art career
don’t want to
give you something
to write home about
don’t want to
let a room full of strangers
in on my abuse
when i didn’t know
it was happening
march 14, 2016
feet planted
and purposed
carting soul fragments
around the network,
begging approval
from people with
time to spare
your mother
on the telephone
experiencing
imposter syndrome
feel how warmly you’re
looking at me
speak nicely
to my sadness
march 15, 2016
my bouquet of bottles
i wonder
how many people
i’ve led here,
how many
still haunt
it doesn’t seem fair
the way i didn’t get
to program myself
resonant bell world 