Thursday, November 21, 2013

so quiet below the fog
you expel brilliant
every word a flower
we are heavy against the spirits
you gather luminous 
witches, rosebuds
opaque and tired 
blurring at the edges 
my likeness will
seek the road back 

unable to stop

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Topics Covered at the Sunshine Friendship Club Luncheon for Senior Ladies

Window replacements
Rent
Carpet stains and their remedies
Jewelry
Soup recipes
The health of the ladies who are not present
The fact that Shirley's granddaughter is moving to Africa
All the diseases she could get
Safety and break ins
Loud noises in the middle of the night
Migrating to Florida to escape winter
Weather
Driving in bad weather
Television programs that nobody was able to catch last week
Grocery store options
Which housing communities allow holiday wreaths to be put up before Thanksgiving
More health gossip
More soup recipes
What will Shirley's granddaughter eat in Africa
That lady in the computer, Siri, who never listens
Cannibalism
...just kidding. More health gossip
Address books
Being forgetful and writing everything down

Sunday, November 10, 2013

after

smell the warmth
sniff the mold growing in your shower curtain
after you dry your hair
rub the curtain on your body and feel jesus
take hold of your jean jacket and slide
your wavy arms inside of it and live
a little longer inside of a cupboard
above the graham crackers

all of the animals you love will die
and all of the people might go
might rend your vodka filled ventricles
into pulpy long walks from one part
of the desert

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

you murderous sluts

3 girls walk into a bar
a blonde a brunette and a red head
the blonde says beer
the brunette says wine
the red head says scotch on the rocks

they seem to be friends
the bartender squeezes up to the girls
giving them barnuts and napkins
and extra lemons and such
little pecking motions
swirling barstools
the newscaster next to them
asks if they'd like another ride
he coughs I mean round
on him
the blonde says beer
the brunette says wine
the red head says scotch on the rocks

later in a liquor store parking lot
near a retired rockstar's apartment
the blonde says beer
the brunette says wine
the red head says scotch and a bag of ice
to a driveup window girl
with a neck tattoo
maybe a clit piercing
postcoitally they share a smoke
blonde drinks beer
brunette wine
red head with her scotch on the rocks

all their men long dead and gone
buried headless near the border
themselves skeletons
the blonde asks what they'll miss
the brunette says wine in a tall slim glass
the blonde replies a cold beer this time of year
the red head squints behind her glasses
shouting