Sunday, September 27, 2020
sunday the student
Friday, September 25, 2020
Dear P
Monday, September 21, 2020
gay
my forehead
thickening plots
spying
plume’s return
carrying
haunting of home
the sad memory
of water &
when she told me
to be like it
[water]
we’re on the couch
at the airport hotel
she’s soft, high
she saw heaven
and isn’t scared
Saturday, September 19, 2020
for the living
Thursday, September 17, 2020
ʎpɐǝʇs ʞɔoɹ
today the kids made tissue swords
blessings, curses
Saturday, September 12, 2020
skywriting by jane pauley
Wednesday, September 9, 2020
Oz / Zoom
Will says he's like a dog
cos he gets along with everyone in the park
and we both say god made dirt and dirt don't hurt
I roll down the slope into the center of the dog bowl
then jump up and run a full lap around it shrieking
we scream along to Boys are Back in Town
Will conducts us on air instruments
Leo plays bass and sings low
we all try on all 3 pairs of sunglasses for 3 different views of the sunset
I get down on one knee and chug a bottle of water
then demonstrate how to carry 15 things at once
using my feet to pick everything up
Will's in pain and we need to get him home
we take his arms and are off to see the wizard
stopping and starting down the brick path
Will begs me to put my shoes on
I say if he insists he has to help like Cinderella
and first can he hold them so I can jump in the hedge
we move three steps forward two steps back all the way to the apt
I turn Will's hat inside out and shape it tri-point like a sailor
he tucks his socks into it like puppy dog ears
***
there are rumors about me now
about the mess and the homeless man
to them I’m still the cat locked in the box
doing god knows what
but the whole joke
is that it's only as bad as you think it is
Saturday, September 5, 2020
ambrette pipette
Thursday, September 3, 2020
alphabet soup
the night I sat on the balcony
watching the moon cross the sky
Jamie’s ghost touched everything in the apartment
turned my pairs of shoes at perpendicular angles
propped up the sheep brain dissection kit
scooted out my desk chair
it was so subtle
I could have done it myself
what's the difference between
hallucination and metaphor
seeing the story over the story
the world behind the world
I don't want to say too much
but something I can tell you now;
it's a lie
that nothing rhymes with orange
the buddha quality
of a stuffed animal
how two dots and a line
make a gracious face
I was sure he was in my bathroom
staring at that tum on the tile floor
and I realized how trauma
is like schrodinger's cat
the keloided narratives that stay fucked up
for as long as the door is closed
I keep seeing a soft sky full of tiny letters
like alphabet soup
and the afterimage of a cool blue fairy
pepper's ghost
and there's something extra
we're elaborating on now
about washer women
gossips and yentas
about twins, togetherness
about the tree and the stone
Tuesday, September 1, 2020
new day new age
being damned
the dry lightning storm
to the north
the moon drama, up
the cold sand, cum
every August
at once
*
AIM apparition--
if it were,
the watering hole
The Wednesday
raised by
ON, the TV
the basement
*
rolling on the floor
after hours
for reasons
the sidewalk
the gum spots
the moon
*
partial to the merch
of my coast
perennials
garbage
*
eating around the spinal chords
boundaries embodied