Posts for June 4, 2015 (page 2)

tanka

jetting in my
midnight butterfly car
radio maniac
blaring cosmic questions
I meet myself on the road

I didn’t mean to
brush your breast
with the back
of my hand.

I swear

it was an honest mistake.
We were both just
in a rush                    to run
this food, caught

in jackpot
positions. I’d apologize
but when I did last
week I could see

it only raised the awkward
bar. It’s painful enough
maneuvering through
my own synthetic smiles

reaching
over guests for their bloody
ketchup bottles
& dirty dishes

caked with that sweet surrender
 
of my own autonomy.
Now I find myself
sighing into your eyes
after we change directions

three times to avoid
collision. I can’t say
with a straight face
that it all won’t happen

again

tomorrow.

my brother and I contemplate
how to pronounce
read receipts
after an explanation about how his girlfriend
turned them on so
he turned them on
but he wasn’t sure if
he should turn them on
so he used his confusion as a conversation starter
with me to discuss turning them on and
while I move my lips in lecture
any trained therapist could see me
externally ponder
what sun you are under
what life you breathe out
and what hearing your voice
and “that is a thing”
would make me feel–
even now in the abstract–
and what volition lies
within your reply

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