passion in robots

I sometimes forget to consider

that we are human

that when we lay in bed I

melt into the sheets and that when you

say "let's discuss eco-feminism"

I can only imagine the countless discussions

we will have that will tear up the inside of my

lips with frustration that always end in the words

I love you

Thank you for teaching me something today

Thank you for letting me treat you like a robot

pushing your buttons

until short-circuiting do us part

wrong body wrong parts

i don't know what it means to feel

truly different

and a documentary can only go

so far

like the poster on this wall

i can fix it with as much tape as i like

but in the end

it will always

fall

to have
good to have been
held in the parking garage
in the rain


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a weird poem for albuquerque crosswalks

buses pass inches

from pretty girls standing at

the edge of the street

drawing wisps of hair dancing

i stand further back

unable to feel the sort of confidence they must

that the world values their beauty too much

for a city bus to spoil

love that mcdonalds shit (this is not a poem pt. 2)

humanity has evolved through

so many generations so that

I can sit in a hard plastic booth

built to resemble another booth

somewhere and I can hold a burger

stacked in the image of another

burger somewhere else

everything has a duplicate

in this strange and futuristic

world--across from me a man

spills over his chair

hello, soulmate, let me buy you

some calories

I will never feel

loneliness again

come here
place your belongings on the floor
undress

sit down
enter a trance of ambivalence if you have the capacity
if not, just sit there

stop singing
this is not a time for merriment
yeah, stfu, kid