and when the girls shake their feather dusters
it will all be for you
and their fathers they will cringe with moral superiority
and oh how the weak have flown
with babies
with incense
with bottles of jack
thirty-seven red reeds
dust and cobwebs on their weed cigarettes
with seventeen six-packs of beer ice cold
beer head bigger than Australasia
or Arkansas
or the jungle gym by the school
where he taught me that
breasts mean the world owes you
big time
i could start off slow
slap your deep inner thigh
until it blushes bright
or
take a leather strap
go at it hard
beat your crotch
until you weep
or
tie you up
and blow hot and paced
until you beg for me
to penetrate your flesh
but i think the best form
the most efficient
is to ignore you
let you walk around
wondering why
you've been
rejected
You are asleep
I love you
I will either
a.
Use a surgical knife
Slice away your eyelids
Left and right
Shoot torch light at you
b.
Draw
With indelible marker
Small smiley faces
Instead
i
fingertips
in my mouth
will
slow sucking
my way
devour
to your
core
you
Dare me to drink this whiskey
Dare me to make a mess
Dare me to cause a scene
I am so tired
This is the end
Good luck with all the dwarfs
And that
Still frontin' y'all
Still frontin'
Still frontin' y'all
Still frontin'
Engine running, me sleeping in the backseat
Read that you sleep fast reading from a factsheet
About poems and feelings and women and shit
There's a hole in my chest with nothing left in it
Punch myself in the face till it don't look like a face
Lick a lightning bolt just to see how it tastes
Rub your eyes real hard till they bleed
Peel your toes and your head and everything between
Still frontin' y'all
Still frontin'
I imagined they made love last night;
him in his Viking hat, her in her radiance.
I imagine there were jokes about ‘pillaging your vagina’
Or about, “riding my longship”
I imagined that, at first, it was probably fun and silly
and I saw both of their eyes with that
smiling
in love
Norse God, Norse Goddess
I was sitting on the edge of their bed but
when the hat came off
and the smiles turned to moans
I backed away
and out
crying for them
and what they have
and for me
and what I wish
I had
you hug
you lightly paw
an elbow or a knee
people squeeze hands
and firmly shake
once or twice, they advise
lean into each other
another's skin
boys place palms
on the smalls of girls' backs
no one stops
or draws back
or cringes
imperceptibly
human contact
human contact!
their bodies flow
i never noticed that
until
If I've told you once
I've told you a thousand times
Please stop eating fresh babies
And molesting my elderly relatives
In bus shelters
shouting for an encore from a shitty band
is like pushing your mother
down the stairs
and then calling for her to get to her feet
and make you a fucking snack
You have far too many
eyes in your head
You have far too few
chips on your shoulder
You have one too
many hairs on your scalp
You have one less
ventricle in your heart
I eat pieces of you
To spit into your mouth
With longing, with disgust
I wait for you to grow back
I dip in the water to
scoop up your gristle
I swallow your flesh
Even though I am full
I sicken
You sicken
Hey yeah. Music up so loud in my headphones now.
But the neighbors can hear.
My stomach, it knots. I would like to retract and swallow myself and live there, huddled, safe and nurtured in warm acid sizzling my skin away, leaving only bone. I want to be a bone person, slick in a safe stomach, writhing all over itself like worms. No brains, no heart, no nerve endings, no eardrums, just bones. Wet bones. Juggling in the muscles that move, that can’t get away, sheltered in the black and silence.
It will make me feel protected.
I want a big boyfriend with hairy arms and an angry face that will fucking punch you when you are acting like a hateable asshole.
Your siamese twin is a fucking jerk
I had sex with your siamese twin
Just to hurt you
You were watching me the whole time
You are a pervert
Stop it
You are flowers in my mouth.
You are the smell of perfume on my undershirt,
crumpled soft in my hands.
I bury my face.
Every picture, I know, is everything to do with her and
it hurts
I can’t lie
Love is a stomach ache…a burned down house
where I live.
No comfortable spot on the couch.
You live in a raging forest
free
I watch you through a window,
cracked,
crying
I ate a vegetable
I ate a whole vegetable
Turnip
I ate a whole vegetable whole
I like radishes and beetroot
It turns out
I hear I listen to
the sounds it makes in its
belly getting
louder
I derail
contemplating the nothing
of its digestion
because there IS
nothing
because the
everything
is right here (points to self)
decomposing
in silence
nobody there
to listen to hear it
(for jereme, please don't shit in my mom's mouth...)
for jereme
the sheets, little white cotton mounds and S shapes by your knees
turning to face the camera
perspiring skin sticks to a strand of black hair
lit dark, just enough to see
are you alone or we together?
that's directly correlated to what happens next in this scene
eventual sleep or shivering heave
oh, but don't feel too special, secret watchman
it's just your company that keeps
monsters safely under the bed
i stand among a plastic garden
complete with satin flowers
and wonder what happened
to the beauty
of death
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