Posts for June 9, 2018 (page 4)

I need to tell y’all about my mouth 
Talk to all y’all about my ribs and my skin 
About how my body is machine 
Is analytical 
Is objective 
Move fingers about moving water
Down throats
Down river 
Did y’all know I have a mouth 
Do you wanna know how it seems to work 
I think it’s got something to do with bones 

i.
We fold to the house of the tiger.
Uneven stripes of glee, between me, and me, and my teeth.
Separating my prideful jaws from heart, overflowing with thick crimson.
I was welcomed back to the church of the red ink,
Open armed with longing and shakey hands.
I’ve spilled so much of that sticky burlesque red amongst these halls,
So full of smoke, as my wretched lungs, and mouth and brain;
I thought I’d be exiled for the rest of my time.
ii.
We fold to the house of the tiger.
All bladed jaws and writhing stripes,
Slitherthick and elegant.
Cat’s eye marbles and quartet kisses.

It’s like driving :
Consider what’s behind you
But think about what’s ahead of you

It’s like sex :
Consider the existence of HIV
But enjoy the 5 minutes

Its like the ocean :
Vast and full of opportunities
But also lethal creatures

Don’t be a baby
She told me over dinner
Then we paid the check

Some day
I will write
A gut punch poem
About you

I knew it was her
from that sideways grin on her face.
She looked familiar and
I knew that same face from the wooden benches
of the cold and grey
courthouse. 
She testified for him but you could see
the bruises through her facade, 
painted on like the cheap foundation
coating her face.

                            captured mosquito
                             in a tear of Baltic amber
                             bathes his nose in honey

                             ancient sleeping bee
                             dreams of a greater glory
                             frozen too in amber

                              scarab lost his way
                              found a home in amber when?
                              only God remembers

Who said sainthood needs to be grand?
Hardly ever more than a little girl,
she became a Doctor of the Catholic Church
by simply believing she could make it to Heaven
when she never really believed in herself.

How much can we still do, then?
I look to her for inspiration, intercede for me,
and all these beliefs held in my heart so long.
Teach me your little way of undying hope
so I may someday find the life I hope to live.

The red clock that chimes
counts down the hours
to your departure.

We’ve been driving for 10 hours.
My head, hung out the window
like a dog.
I ‘m trying to mark
the exact spot
I can smell the beach.
I ask if you’ve been on a plane before.
Did you see the curve of the earth?
Maybe it’s flat.
You pull off the road.
“We will either split up
or you will go to a science class.”
It hard to believe anything
when Donald Trump is the president.