Christine : Writing

toothpaste

toothpaste

A Poem by Christine


she was the first person i saw who brushedher teeth with hot water; she said it killed the germs. if there are germs ..
everything, something, and nothing

everything, something, and nothing

A Poem by Christine


each chance encounterevery stolen glanceevery face in the crowdevery cup of coffeeevery cigaretteand the potof gold at the endof a rainbowyou can't se..
delusions

delusions

A Poem by Christine


they call them symptoms. they make you feel sick. they say that it's all in your head. who ..
loose ends

loose ends

A Poem by Christine


when you takehis sweatshirt,pull outthe stringsso there'snothing left to tie up(even when you give it back)
look what we made, sweetheart

look what we made, sweetheart

A Poem by Christine


when the last of the living crawl out of sink holes when you eat your own toe nail clippings when you can't find a ..
i couldn't think of the word

i couldn't think of the word

A Poem by Christine


you are the 5 minute piss first thing on a sunday morning after drinking too much i am the soap bubbles..
the neighbors on townsend street

the neighbors on townsend street

A Poem by Christine


theonlythingwe willever havein commonis thatwe smokecigarettesout the windowat sundown
Mother Nature and Father Time

Mother Nature and Father Time

A Poem by Christine


Isn't it extraordinary to be raised in a universe so well-managed so ordered so serene(I heard they're getting a divorce)
hygiene

hygiene

A Poem by Christine


I find myself wondering if the last time I saw you will be the last time I see you naked in the shower, you hand me ..