The necromancer

Look me in the eye, find some truth, find some fear
then use every word you can find to say nothing. I laid
in your bed once when you were not there. I had a nightmare
that your father found me. I let you run your hand down
my body, I let you, but you knew then, [...]

Your Son

Will she tell you now? This morning
when all the twigs and buds on trees
are shimmering, winkling against one another
and you are holding her son’s cold face
against your breast, and you are weeping.
Will she tell you now, now that the chance
not to love him is past? You stripped off
your jacket last night when you [...]

Home

On your back, I traced the words I was too scared
to say. You followed the path of my fingers, though,
and were disappointed by my fear. When you asked
me to give voice to that sentiment, I thought you
could be my new home. I am obsessed with a house
two blocks south of my apartmet. [...]

It’s morning again

I keep expecting to run out of new mornings.
I got a new vacuum for Christmas, I ran it twice
last night after putting it together using the cheaply
printed instructions. My old vacuum hadn’t worked
in months. It collected a trash bag full of dog hair.
I put it in the trash can immediately. [...]

Seal these wounds

I’ve been drowning my fears
in astringent and slitting them
open with the tip of a knife.
Your words can dissolve
the edge of my anger, but only
motion can wipe the residue
of horror and sadness
off of my skin. Only the feel
of paper against my index finger
or the warmth that lies
inside your mouth can seal
these wounds I created.

I’m a theif

I woke, eyes blurry, as you packed your bag
the morning after I pushed my hand into your jeans
under flashing lights, after I made you shiver without
anyone else noticing. I hid your thin blue shirt,
hems unraveled with wear, under the blankets.
I never wanted you to stay, but I needed something
that would remind me you were [...]

The Poet

So, here you are, rubbing words
against words to see the sparks
they create in a world gone cold
without meaning. One day,
you noticed you were alone.
You read aloud, throwing your words
at the lamps, breaking dishes
with their velocity. They bounced
off walls in search of ears, keeping
you awake at night. You knew
you had to find [...]

Like condoms for your head

Sometimes, it is not enough
to protect ourselves only
from sperm, from vaginal
secertion, from precum. Sometimes,
we must also protect ourselves
from damaging thoughts
our loves may have. They may be
unartistic, or Republicans, they may
consistantly tell us we are wrong,
but the rythm and soul of the sex
is so good, we cannot leave. When this
is the case, please
protect yourself.
for [...]

What I told you

I can remember the low orange glow
of lamplight lost in the high cielings
of my first apartment in this city
casting the shadow of your profile
on the wall when I told you
my poems are all fiction, and none
would really be about you. I told
you you might recognize gestures,
movements, but these have been
ripped out of life at [...]

Notes on my reading, my heart, my body, my life

My reading with Peripatetic Poets was Sunday, and though I was noticibly nervous, I did ok. Here is the list of what I read….
Tracks to cover
Perpetual motion
Slaughterer’s Hook
I can pull out my own seams better than anyone
Swoon
What I learned from Zombie Porn
Casual Sex
Morning After Pill
Sex with someone new
an ode to lube
the fuck buddy
An open [...]