Posts for June 20, 2020

a worm (me. You. ) has moved to the city. It experiences strife fear strangeness love mistakes excitement anger joy.

(On sidewalk) a man:

You, worm, disgust me. I should like to crush You beneath my heel for deigning to mar my view.

Worm: it is complacency that should disgust you!

Worm: it takes me 8 minutes to type “ big sexy ass video “ into the google search bar because I am very small and I must drag my body across the keyboard 

A man: worms have no feelers!

Worm: you have no dominion!

(Worm wears a headband with feelers on it) l

he laughed towards the candles
and his crown flashed in the back of his mouth 
we all lit our own our own in the neighborhood 
sparks for all of us, big and small

Morning came again, bright as Technicolor,
as I woke from a dream about death.

(in dreams, lately, I have been

Shut up I don’t have anything else
I don’t have pockets inside
oh my ideas please shout to me
should I put it in my mouth
that’s snowballing

(A Love Poem)

Will you let exhilaration
Wring out
The hilarity in every mop
Of joy?
A shoe
A baby’s shirt left behind
Of these there are
No black and white stills
Nor cheap recordings
Bought with stolen goods.
I give the bad back to you
And you draw me, standing
In the sand, a perfect picture
Of refuge.  Will you let
Me land on this safe shore
Where your doors are
Always open?

Not only
is the emperor
wearing no clothes

–he’s actually an ostrich
with his head stuck
in a hole in the ground

where once upon a time
was a burning cross.

stuck to my window outside
looking for his lunch
moths drawn by the bright porch light

abuse is a word i am uncomfortable with,
and i never anticipated using it to describe parts of my own life.

when i was told i’d been abused i didn’t know how to react. 
i detailed how you treated me to so many people before in an emotionless manner,

but the word struck me hard, and cut deep
and i found myself holding back tears.

acknowledging that what you’d done to me was more than just “mean words”
or a “lost temper”
meant acknowledging that i didn’t truly love or respect myself enough
to decide on my own that i deserved so much more than what you had given.

we missed the sunset
but that’s okay
because our lips
were pressed together
and that
was more beautiful
than any oranges
or pinks
of the sun
now the moon’s up
and the night’s
limitless

We’ve begun to chart our interactions,
circumnavigate our small worlds
in pursuit of certainty. But I am no 
cartographer. These waters are
treacherous, ever shifting, landmarks
losing their identities in the rising tides.
With no alternatives at hand
I mistook Scylla for safety
and must spend the summer solstice
stranded at sea.