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: shinji kinnie

i have not yet managed to get up at 5 a.m., do a gratitude journal smoothie bowl lift in matching sets with nike vans whatever cute shoes then listen to cupid'schokehold / breakfast in america then yoga podcast bitcoin. yes that's right i'm a finance bro, also a birthing person (that's a fucking slur, i'm… Continue reading poem: shinji kinnie

poem: savior complex on 4chan

i dreamed we fucked inside my dms -- no better than that i dreamed you crawled next to me and held me. when i open up my laptop i think, here!and now! he has finally come for me (cognition error) i am languishing sexless in the tower with the algorithm fucking me, like weare in… Continue reading poem: savior complex on 4chan

poem: guilt

I have given up the intellect, the trying mad times of the morning sent and kafka fucking me carefully over my mouth. I never read hisdiary. I have read nothing -- I spin my mouth open carefully into the long reeds of morning, I am sitting in last summer with bananas and honey and the… Continue reading poem: guilt

poem: breasts and eggs

she is standing in the stairway -- red overalls and shinyblack hair dancing around her neck in the lopped-off way that i always wanted (when i cut my hair shortit is a tempest, a misery.) she is maybe forty, she lookstwenty-five. i want to ask her: why is itwhen i have just gotten overone thing,… Continue reading poem: breasts and eggs

poem: the sun also rises

I have this idea of maine -- the ocean is a small god, a constantalways suicide; there are pine trees like there werepine forests in my childhood, their raging phallic heads high above the fire, the drifting smote, the cow-flysilluminated from behind and turned into fairies. I have this ideaof paris, with long cafe-evenings enveloped… Continue reading poem: the sun also rises

poem: the liar is the girl from last spring

on the corner of the world i licked out the fringes; the future is justthe new element in the equation of the present, and i ammaking it, i am the / creative. and you, darling, are the road not taken. you lick my neck and my face; yes, at the heart of all this, this… Continue reading poem: the liar is the girl from last spring

poem: telling him about the affair

thirty day poetry challengeday 03– 'no more staples' no more staples in the mouth, I will(I think) speak -- angel, devil drag medown; cut my polaroid in half, swallow the denser edge, leave mymouth on the vibratingtorn-off edge; I told you all thisstanding on the edge of a mausoleum and your face was white,reflecting the… Continue reading poem: telling him about the affair

poem: the battle of

again again again and howin muddy, half-trudged stepsregains the hold, the menfall— down— and i cannot complain. i have instead disorder, mindhell sparks, all orange-pillcontained. once, theydied in droves and now i die alone, on the upstairsbed my face againstthe shrills. you must know:he is not returning: heis not worth attention,deflection, call it crush— in… Continue reading poem: the battle of