poem: lifeboat

i am tired of the body horrors of other people's children, i would like(pretty please) cotton-candy romance. an empty park at sunset with the geeserunning backwards and the bench making crosses in my back. the way his hair drips over his eyes, his shirt tight against his shoulders. all you internetghouls (i am among you):…

poem: obsessions

the boy had his faceturned off: telling himwas a mistake. and yet,you don't knowuntil you try. isn't thatthe lie, sold in filmsthe ghibli boy the animegirl, pale faces likecaterpillar heads, leaned neatly against windows,shaking fields. the girl,she confesses: the sky goespink, the moon softlucid round. the boy, of course,says yes. he talks to her onlyout…