poem: stock character, female

she turned very slightly; smiled. she said I know you know we know we all know That we are just matter. she bit her lip, she brushed her hair behind the pixeled part of her ear coming sharply in and out of focus. A bad movie; the director is inebriated. reset the lenses and and…

poem: the third boy is just myth

along the lighted corridors he turned and smiled slightly: that odd thing girls do when they manufacture a crush for a boy that they don't really like, or care about. along the pagan corridors of the forest, and among the thyme and sticky ryegrass he takes her hand he presses her fingers carefully to his…

poem: and your eyes like marmalade and stretched blue skys

and your eyes like marmalade and stretched blue skys: it was only a whisper, forget it. like old cd's on repeat and her hand shaking, 2005 in blacker sharpie on her nails. that's time: tipping back your head for the thickening music that scratches across the widening sky and she buries her head into your…

poem: friday, thick white fog

why do i collect these broken odd boys, like beads on a long string with the fraying end liaisoned to myself, and my very desperate romanticism. i, who am intent on saving them all, one by one. it is a pity that they are human too with an agency that is rational and beyond me