Room Service.i open my eyes to a glaze white room
and your milky face and
your arm is draped over me,
and i can feel our nude bodies
breathing in the cotton morning.
the fumbling and
just the fumbling, really.
but i remember your weight over me
and those strawberry lips in my ear,
your breath on my lobe like
steam from a hot bath.
there was so much heat and glaze.
glaze in our eyes, which blocked the view.
people are beautiful when they love.
you look like love when you're asleep.
Dear Trees, Thirteen.Dear Trees,
Why does this keep happening?
My bones feel brittle and worn and cracked.
The joints beneath my thin skin feel as if they're splitting,
and my muscles ache with ambition,
as if pain should cause something more.
My eyes burn and there are herds of
buffalo walking on my temporal lobes.
Maybe if I sleep, it will all fade away.
Sincerely, It All Hurts
refusal.i sat here and after counting days i counted seconds then
i tried to use this situation for inspiration and
y'know what happened?
when i find out how to say zero in norwegian
that's what i'd say.
of course that's when i realized these moments
aren't made for inspiration.
they're made for heartbeat skipping, overdosing,
an abundance of tears, and loss of air.
so that's what i gave it.
we loved each other (on the record) for eighty-five days,
that's 2040 hours. 122400 seconds; and that
equals a lot of recorded love.
A Prologue: The AcrobatThe first time I saw contortionists perform was at a Cirque du Soleil showing via SeaWorld when I was seven years old. My second grade class was on a field trip. I was lucky enough to have my own parent chaperone, as well as the other people in my group be my best friends at the time. We'd been wandering around for a while, seeing things like the shark exhibit and the penguin house and Shamu splashing excited crowds. When me and the three girls I'd been with saw the sign for a Cirque du Soleil show starting twenty minutes later, we were instantly enchanted by the spectrum of colors and the elegant girls glimmering in skin tight suits, with elegant faces and twisted bodies. We told my mom we just had to go, and it was starting soon, and we had to go no matter what. She obviously caved--what tired parent wouldn't after being hounded by her daughter and three other little seven year old adventurous (and frankly quite whiny and noisy) girls. So we walked in and we all bought one of those s
i'm hungry.i imagine
whispering to me
as we lay
for the fourth hour
of many more to come.
and i smell
and we're masking
the smell of sex