GARFIELD
7.15.20
catharsis implies release
people cry out of fatigue
but how horrible it is to hear someone say,
“she’s just tired!”
Tired, yes, certainly, but just?
there is nothing just about it.
BOOT(S)TRAPS
7.10.20
o you thought this would be easy would ya?
drunk and frivolously sauntering though
your he and her
and he and her man
and her and her
and her and her man
and her and her girl
and them
and them
and them
and you.
you thought you’d be easy
to handle
DREAMS
7.6.20
silk and warm water dripping down your hairline.
DREAMS
7.5.20
melodies and Siberian moss rugs
dancing with fairies and making homes out of gardenscapes
between bass laughs and cricket chuckles
we make each new place our home
the hell with that map
VELVET
7.1.20
we were raised by the skirts of the same mountain
seems all those years ago
our affections were only
milk teeth for today’s molars
we are
everything that time let live
fermented sugarcane and effervescence
smooth that way like floating glass bottles
something flush that forgives after an eruption you and i
we are the the tide dancing with the moon for breakfast
we are sweat in the wind with no towel
perfuming ourselves with river minerals
we had to loose ourselves
to domesticity and monotony in order to re-learn
this our own guidance
roaring the forest from our throats
making plants shiver with presence of our bodies
we had to be there
to be here now
in the moonlight by the river
HYDRA
6.28.20
he sinks his teeth in you
much the way he caged his claws around you
fingernails becoming bars you peak reality through
he’s all shark smiles and halitosis
slowly chipping at your Independence
until there’s nothing of you
but him
if i could hand you a mirror
MIRROR
6.27.20
fingerprints are flimsy at holding
what we cant own
i have a mouth full of sharp tools and first aid
i have a will made of mouth spitting nails and clogs
years of beast turned tenacious tender
because the innocent deserve a chance too
HYDRA
6.25.20
look, im not proud of where i came from
please judge me on who i am now
let’s put the bullshit away for a second here and get absolutely real.
the wrong person held my hand
through an abortion
that wasn’t my choice, by the way.
i still hate her for that.
too graphic for you? try living it
what you don’t realize
is that being witness to desire is privilege
you are by no means entitled to my affections
from abortion clinics and Stockholm syndromes
i’ve worked fucking hard to get here
i will not sacrifice and ounce of dignity
to appease you
or anyone else – i don’t owe you shit
madam,
maybe my rage is too strong
too pungent – maybe we know we are candle and firework
keeping a distance to not burn to quick to soon.
keep singing to me
HYDRA
6.11.20
moral probity tastes a little like breaking biofilms
the kind where
heart-racing silences turn into
work days and loose leaf herbals
so what if you’re short of breath
you took my breath away
the night i heard your voice echo in the
labyrinth of Navidson’s pages
let me be Janus to your Persephone
even if we don’t know what that means yet.
VELVET
6.15.20
for someone as pathologically secretive as me
the substance of things hoped for
and the evidence of things unseen defines
magic
youre another year around the sun
and im over the moon
in your garden
eden never tasted as pure
like your fingers on my lips are unsure
if they’re seeking to vibrate with moans
or swallow moral probity
i didn’t know i was speaking about you
when i agreed to re-write old chapters
time has a way
of making compost out of expectations