Tuesday, April 26, 2016

2014

Church
something like a milky trace of a cold wet glass on an oak table
while I'm walking around church
thinking this hurts
not to be everywhere at once
your babys mouth is open
from the side the light shines through it like a sideways v
me, I'm angry, practicing curling my eyelashes in your magnifying mirror to pass the time 
in your house for some reason


Shop Owner/Medicine Shop
looks like a medicine shop
usually better from far away
the owner of maybe an incense store
with the pen in his pocket looks at me
for such a long time I’m pretty sure he
just can’t speak
on the sidewalk I'm pulling my scarf over my nose


Three Women 
"We don't like the twins"


Taylor
I was 15 when I got crushes
on all the drug addicts and delinquents
on the snowy farm
you were also 15,
addicted to coffee and cigarettes
and building a cabin
at your rehab program
I thought about you
while I did my homework
in California


high school bf sort of 
Haven’t seen you in a century
wonder how you changed now
did you know who I really am now
did you know it
couldn’t even show it
to my mom.
The letters you mailed me
wish you hadn’t,
the DVDs, 
the facebook messages

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