6 Poems
“I want to see more of this version of you.”
“I want to see more of this version of you.”
these words are words that go together
Famous actors and a new unknown whose been crossing her legs back and forth on the talk show circuit
not dumb but desp 2 decode these freaky oscillations
They pluck the flesh strings and play celebratory music lasting eight hundred days and seven hundred and ninety-nine nights,
So it was two snakes, two women, and otherwise I wouldn’t say that I discovered anything that morning.
I have never had an ear for scripture no matter how many times it’s smoothed flat
Today she wears an ex-lover’s fleece. Tomorrow she will wear an ex-lover’s fleece.
A skintight many-stranded type of person
All gazelles are antelopes, while All antelopes are not gazelles.
In the last few days children from the apartment building have wandered to my door, they ring the doorbell, stammer when they see me and ask, “Aunty?”
All my life I’ve wanted something in camel color.
“Yes, wonderful isn’t it?” Fatima said, smiling. Her teeth were tiny and evenly spaced.
Narcissus wants you to feel that he is really your friend.
You might not understand why there is a bear on the billboard. But that is its school of business.
As your marriage ages this is what you do. You ignore. You lie to yourself. You burn and you burn and you put yourself out with yoga and a Keurig and sumo squats.
Anything wrapped in plastic wrap, and then unwrapping it.
It’s a photograph of the bitter end to an extravagant evening.
I just lost a growth ring browsing online vitamins. Window shopping like a bird flying at the same glass a hundred times on a single morning, as dazed as a football player.
Her daughter cringed from the same thing she craved: the spare pleasure of appreciation.
Time made into a fence. That’s storytelling.
We grew up feasting, the three of us split one flap steak, white bread to mop the grease, button mushrooms, milk. My dad told me to remain with my wife and demalice my mother.
My life is a long, slow nip-slip