Tribute to Liz

although it's been

three months

since we took a walk

among the silent houses and

weak streetlights of our hometown,

things still feel the same;

just two bitter kids

drinking wine

and laughing at the moon.

a cliff jump

my wrist
is so breakable and hollow
like a ceramic figurine

hiking on a narrow road,
I look over a precipice
the delicate bones
of the cliff face
stare back at me

if all my bones were joints
flight would be an option

the automatic car wash

is like a sudsy Sunday canal of rebirth

zen zen zen

I ran into Ms. P in the grocery store

everything is vaginal

it is all very clear now

video killed the radio star

I sold my head on ebay
and bought a television with my profits.
Using a staple gun
and some super glue
I have achieved the ultimate makeover.
I have 346 channels
and a power button now.

car ride takes ten minutes
the shouting match that ensues
only takes about seven

a full seventeen minutes
and you are saying
"I wish you were mine"

the moon isn't full
and my stomach is a knot

oh i'm alive im alive
oh magic little phylactery
oh remarkable red remedy

oh sing modern science, sing
for your prisons you have pills
one for my heavy heart
one for my woes
one for the hole inside
that cannot be found

On Being White & Middle Class

scholarship grants!

fly right over me but don't you see

I have to jump through so many hoops!

now that I lost those two pounds I wanted nothing to do with

my ribs show luxuriously through my skin

even though it is white