“You look great.”
What a strange thing to say to someone,
As if that erases everything else
They’ve ever said to you
(You’re beautiful
You’re perfect
I love you
I want you)
And replaces it with something
You would toss to a casual acquaintance
That you pass on the street
Or on the subway
Or in the…
paz
i.
he loses his breath. when there’s no more gasping for air,
he asks, “do you ever close your eyes so tight that
when you open them, you can’t see for a bit?”iii.
this is the inverted twenty-twenty.
if this mirror told lies, i would see
eyeballs : green
…
I’m seventy-five percent water,
And all of a sudden I feel like
My insides are drowning in
Their own murky pools of rebellion,
You see,I’ve always been a
Good enough swimmer,
But how do I swim away from myself?
Growing up stole the bliss from
My ignorance and I can’t forgive
Time and…
A frizzy, dried-out vinyl slut,
long legs wrapped around the jukebox,
murmurs something about love and lust,
sucks up smoke like tired vanity.
Remembering half-assed letters,
half-assed romances, desperately clinging
to music notes and notoriety,
she jokes, “I feel tallest on my knees,”
…
I love you more than the moon and the stars dare to utter.
More than the wind could rustle through the leaves.
Far beyond what a symphony or a tempest could muster,
On the sleepy back of summer eve’s.
I love you more than hope or faith or even destiny.
I love you beyond the tide and sea’s,
One of the things on my list of things to do before I die, is to record the whole of this book. But if I die suddenly tomorrow of an unexpected rhinoceros attack, I am happy that I recorded the first 5 minutes…
Rational Fears
I’m scared of lots of things,
like the door slamming late at night,
unsymmetrical patterns on butterflies and
the idea of forever.
I’m scared of being asked about my future,
but more scared of answering.
I’m scared of the idea of forever
I don’t need an infinity
When I don’t even know what to do with the next
five minutes.
