10/16
you know lately
whenever I go looking for something
to return me to private hunger

I enjoy getting reduced to parts.
(RACHELLE TOARMINO)

“isn’t all structure a contrivance? instead, why not just editing?” moyra davey

I am a syrup of want

I can live without my picture sitting on your spice rack, or at least I must be able to, because I do.

ladies and b*tches whose house is inhospitable tonight!

coyote wishes dead kisses chicken hearts

I LIKE WHEN WE TAKE TURNS DRIVING.

her name is a poem

shrinnnk myself then hide in my baby's hands
hold hands inside a heartbeat
got myself inside your pocket


i'm starting to become a person for whom boredom is more or less fatal

tried not to want you to lick my tears that time

a piece of water...what’s a space garden?
a garden but instead of water and sun you have stars

i'm crying a little i feel the tears in my pussy the chills on my arm the wind through my hair the fluid in my brain keeping me level

pretend as an exercise i don't know where i am

giving the matching necklaces I bought for me and you to you and your dog

forgive me god, 4 i have been guilty of treating a grass snake like a rattler and a boa like a feather, ha-ha

(writing now on my bed half-naked, crouched, exposed)

within minutes i had found her diary online

“we will get down to brass tacks. when he came, we did not get down to brass tacks. he climbed to my stratosphere.”

a duel with measuring tapes: at times they remain stiff like two swords, and then unexpectedly and absurdly they collapse at just the moment of victory

I hiding

immaculately clean, perfectly disheveled, and appropriately wrong (today)

sexless 6:30am train rides

tap dancing on a fraying rope taut
this time not to say how I feel
& to think before
I speak I guess

moving energy from my heart chakra into my new shin splints

I wore myself out worrying over you

“I believe I receive more than I give”--a plebeian in The Post today

haven’t figured out how to talk to my father yet.
this sentence is grammatically correct, but it’s wordy, and unclear. still haven’t figured out how to talk to my father