Poems
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Morning mourning.
I am childless
and bleeding
into a silicone cup inside
of me.
We were careful.
I am 22 years old
and I feel there’s something
asleep inside
of me.
You held me sincerely
in this dream
and a few days later, too,
to remind me you were real.
You cared, really.
All I need to do now is
mourn this loss.
There’s no misunderstanding,
no hurt.
Just an abundant
emptiness
without you.
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leaving & metro & speed train & taxi & two hours
& you,
hello –
we have the afternoon but
we will forget the time
so when the alarm rings
I have 15 more minutes against your chest
afraid of what you will say
more afraid of what you will not say
even more afraid that I won’t say what you don’t say
nothing necessary is said – but
I know there will be goodbye & then
taxi & late train & metro & walking home & two hours
of you in my head,
goodbye, goodbye,
bye-bye ––
good.
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And if I’m one of the ones you like so much
why did I say no
when you asked for a kiss
it was a joke that had half the sincerity
–– not enough to take seriously
–– enough to arouse with possibility
what is left unsaid
what is left undone
not what words mean but what they suggest
not what we do but what we could
And if I’m one of the ones you like so much
that’s all that there is to it
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On a mushroom cloud of love
in a hurricane eye of love
in a skydive abyss of love
in a freestyle waltz of love
in a butterfly dance of love
the helium heart bursts into song
springs from left to right to wrong
O such fool of a heart
-
do not succumb to
sadness ––
submit yourself
to big cocks
not depression
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she looks at the flightless bird
on her porcelain plate:
white chicken flesh
a dry, avian breast.
what was alive and dreamed of flight
is dead without a single
dream. how uncontroversial
everything is.