poem: elegy

when you return home you are always 16. and i am living in that, livingendlessly filth of modern adolescence endlessly forever and ever amen. and i have lostthe smooth twisting of words, i have lost language. when i am halfway aroundthe world, will you regret how you treated me? when people run in media they… Continue reading poem: elegy

poem: the problem with the manga was that the characters were far more insane

it's 2006 there are half moon creases in my face from my fingernails fromtrying to tear out the blackheads. it's 2022 i have reddit pulled up welcome to then.h.k. manga vs anime another night spent alone. i will imagine him holding mein order to sleep. in highschool i imagined the world razed and fucked laid… Continue reading poem: the problem with the manga was that the characters were far more insane

poem: girl / woman

I was in love with a boy -- and I felt the greataching crashing loneliness inside him. come and envelope me at three a.m. on the couch. ask me aboutthe books I haven't read, the panama canal and how I wanted to throw myself off it. epiphany: you will be sad anywhere because you will… Continue reading poem: girl / woman

poem: book review

my stomach was in disarray -- I called my editor at five in the morning and said I cannot writea review for this kind of book. where the father leavesand the daughter grows up alone. I know that kind of book already, it isa weed around my ribs. I take it out on my mother… Continue reading poem: book review

poem: colorado rich girl

girl driving home in a beat-uptoyota with the bare legs of spidermen draped overthe cut glass of her open holes, listeningto hey ho hey i'min love with you / you're in love -- but she always saysthe wrong thing, he finds her in the toiletvomiting blood. she pulls herselfapart / inside like the mountains,the old… Continue reading poem: colorado rich girl

poem: Angelika waited for Henri on the sidewalk

she felt that anything that happened; that had happenedpast highschool -- was notreal -- she had three dollars and 81 in the account; she kept herhair in a white ribbon in a queue; she romanticized the vomit on her bathroom floorlike she romanticized her cafe-haunts and the blackcoffee, Listz at breakfast and during poetryreadings and… Continue reading poem: Angelika waited for Henri on the sidewalk

poem: love poem to internet aesthetics

I can't imagine --a fairer day to love You, thantoday -- the sun is white on the tiles, the statues are made-up likeprostitutes and in the centerof the universe old men sitand talk -- about atomics, aboutwoman, does a form exist independentlyof the concept? In Rome, they do not botherto answer; they make mad love… Continue reading poem: love poem to internet aesthetics

poem: woman vs. truth

his future was in his face,mine is in my crouch: a laundry-listof menial prostitution, bracketing the old crushesand old trauma and old men (hoveringaround the desk, watchingme work). i am reselling myselfday by day, in twenty-twenty-one,trauma is profittrauma is business. he thought he was terriblyoriginal: pretty boy, fucking the systemand then me after. next timei… Continue reading poem: woman vs. truth

poem: the coffee-shop people

the lights in the coffee-shop are plaguelights; the orange faces of men neutered and hung upsidedown. i am the lonely one, sitting at one of fifteen tables round like breastsand remembering why i studied in university to suchan extent that i had only casual friends; people that collided into my bodylike accidents; and i spent… Continue reading poem: the coffee-shop people

poem: reader, she is lonely again

I sometimes have a queerfeeling in regardsto you; so said, janeeyre, that precocious bitch. probably drinking spiked water,in a club in california, and not thinkingabout /him/, or so she tellsthe intrusive thoughts. the gleamof the orange purple dancingpeople is twistedinto her throat; watch the sparrowwrap herself into lightening-rodsand snap, sparkledisintegrate.