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E. Leblanc or the Son of a B***h

A Poem by Jared Orlando

The summer he lost his mindhe was two fingers intoa glass of Cherry Cokeand Lou Reed was threateningto take a walkon the wild side.We don’t know..

Depart, Apart

A Poem by Jared Orlando

On the day before you left for Venice  you gave me a dry, pressed rose,  rubbing it up against my palms,  hoping the last drabs o..

We Used To Be A Hurricane

A Poem by Jared Orlando

With eyes that breach the air,  departing across the runway curves   of a naked back, lifting off and  out through the open windo..

I’m So Much More Than Just The Letter ‘S’ Wh..

A Poem by Jared Orlando

Our time together has always beena shaky fingeron the sensitive triggerof a gunEvery night I find myselfplaying Russian rouletteas I tape photos of yo..

I Only Think Of Babies When I Think Of Death

A Poem by Jared Orlando

Do you ever think of having childrenfor the sole purpose of naming them?For perhaps taking them to Disneyland andleaving them at the entrance of Space..

When You Told Me No One Has Ever Fantasized About ..

A Poem by Jared Orlando

I think a lot about your legs.How they fold in likea broken chair andextend out toward melike they arereaching for heaven.The way they moveabout my ro..

I Find Myself Getting Jealous Of 18th Century Poet..

A Poem by Jared Orlando

It was Wednesday and I gathered your tears up into a small pool and dove in fully clothed. The amount of sorries that dripped from your lips were abun..

Wherever Here May Be

A Poem by Jared Orlando

Is thistoo fastfor you?Bringing youbreakfast in morning,orgasms in evening;Should Ihave notsmiled at you?I’m justreading themoment.Reading theve..

Everything At Once

A Poem by Jared Orlando

Everything at once.Overflowingstorm drainsof feeling.A world spottedwith peoplelike damsbursting atthe seams.We relyon our heartsfor heat,revolving ar..

Languages of Love

A Poem by Jared Orlando

She wakes me up with FrenchKissing the insides of my mouthClimbing my bones like the Eiffel stairsDrinking my breath like espressoIn the afternoons, s..