Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
i remember seeing you at the airport
and you had two bags
and one was your briefcase.
i felt electric.
but i had scabs on my face,
and i felt shy.
you hugged me, and my face
was pressed against your chest
and your swandry was a bit
scratchy, but i felt such intense
relief. finally. finally,
you were here.
Sunday, April 7, 2013
I WENT ON YOUR COMPUTER,
AND YOUR EX-GIRLFRIENDS
EMAIL WAS OPEN, AND TO MY
SHAME, I READ EMAILS YOU
SENT HER AND CLICKED
OUT OF IT.
AND YOUR EX-GIRLFRIENDS
EMAIL WAS OPEN, AND TO MY
SHAME, I READ EMAILS YOU
SENT HER AND CLICKED
OUT OF IT.
i did all this,
and now i feel
like i'm being strangled.
something has wired
itself into the muscles
in my neck, and its got
me in this tight choke hold.
and i will never die, i will never die
i will live in this forever, forever
feeling as though my heart, has
its atoms pulled apart.
furious sudden anger has
sown my mouth tightly
shut! with seeds of
bitterness and anger.
you loved her so.
i can not reconcile myself
with the past, and i can only
whimper, so no other sound
can physically pass my lips
somethings holding all my
muscles so still, all this tension
inside my human body is
pulling each atom apart.
i fear my lips will explode,
i hold them closed so tight,
for fear of lost speech
becoming a reality, and
then, i would exist for
ever in this forever.
so i'll be silent,
and let the pull
become too much
and fade away
and fade away
and
- why?!
why were you so kind?!
my heart, it actually breaks
to think of you, and her.
your soft body heavy, with thoughts of her!
my eyes are watering for your grief,
i feel such intense empathy
and love, and i wish, i wish
i wish i could take away all
that hurts you. any
thing and every thing
that ever made you sad,
i want to eat it all,
consume it all,
so nothing exists but
your happiness.
Monday, April 1, 2013
soapy
as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose
in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and
how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him
as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then
he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my
arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts
all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I
will Yes. James Joyce
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