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Angriest poem I've ever written; about toxic people I couldn't shake.
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I don't want to be loved.I want to be coveted.I want it notedHow my back archesWhen I pick up a child.I want to be translatedTo pressure on chest risi..
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I like to sit on the edge of cold rocks
By the sea and listen to slow notes
Sung deep in the throat, and I'd do
Things that reduce me to
Hear it f..
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There was a woman who crossed the street
In front of my car today
And she walked past my path
Intersected me
Proud in her decay
But not really lu..
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We Americans, we United Staters
We freeway skaters
We have made true Alexander's febrile dream,
A fitful sleep, collective and willing
Barbarians,..
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I'm a tangent line, the string is broken,
And I don't mind.
My breasts are heavy,
And everything I carry
In my arms, and on my back
They're heavy..
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I used to dream about Bucky Balls,
When I was stressed about the future,
Great (soccer) balls of carbon rings
Jailed me, but it felt like ridicule...
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Every year of my life,Winter has relented like divorce.Sloppy, undignified,The rage of a drunk wife supplantedBy what was inevitable,The sweet breath ..
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