be careful, my anger is coming.
i have heard stories about you. you are not someone i like. i don't even know you.
it's people like you.
i just can't stand people like you.
who are you.
it frustrates me that i don't know who you are yet.
it would be a relief to have some insight now and again
some foresight
my glasses
are crouching, unused
on my dresser.
oh, wow. you think i'm serious.
let me teach you a lesson.
do you think you can measure this, really?
see, i doubt you can call performance an accurate measuring stick, really!
haven't i taught you anything
why are they statements and not questions/
don't i wonder anything about the world.
it's so crooked out here, past the good times
past the peace and the cleanliness
past the peace
violence.
i am sitting at your dinner table eating breakfast
you pick up a book and start to read,
for whatever reason i think you were reading out loud
but i'm not sure at this point
you were my first love.
this documentation is a mess, the papers
are scattered and mixed
they are tossed and dampened
they are dead.
haven't i taught
haven't i taught you anything.
don't presume to know what i'm thinking.
you teach me plenty.
the three of us were walking and i wanted to
run my hand down your spine
and see if i could count
your processes
but
i was scared he might be looking
you need to help me climb this tree
i'm not good at it (for whatever reason)
(why do you always say that, you know the reason)
(what, because i'm a fucking girl???)
i must stop this abuse.
it is probably illegal.
that night, i was worried about my hair
it was really wet, and it tends to curl when it gets
wet
STRUCTURE
the bellyflop of most writers
is my only ally
what does this even mean.
why am i searching for meaning.
why are you so mean to me.
keep your lips away from my body
i don't care, i don't want to love you anymore
i want to be numb
deceased
temporarily, until you resurface in my mind
i don't even know if it's appropriate to think of you this often
wherever you are, i hope you miss me too
this and that
the streetlamp only picks up tiny flickers of your muscular
twitchings, your face
is never calm
ten people tried
to win against me
they all did, and didn't
because i don't believe in truth
how dumb is that.
i am the strongest
weakling
to inhabit this hole
the heaviness of our society
is no match for
your arms
sweet. you smell so sweet.
what, you really don't believe me?
why aren't you warm and fuzzy.
budge up when i tell you to
ignore bossy people, though
they're not good for you
that good for nothing scallywag
ain't worth your time girl
i'm wearing the bra you gave me and nothing else
i hope that's all right
i know what you're thinking
but we can be best friends.
alms, alms
please, we all need attention
pay attention
take pity
ignore.
the strings inside us
are inside out
on the outside you are in
with the string man
the thought is terrifying.
i really can't sleep
i am not myself enough
that i think it's just me
the delicate, wavering
other side i don't admire
sticks sickeningly to
your outer attire
my feet are special
tell them how special they are
they need to hear it
his hands were swollen up, he couldn't even beg
you could be traveling south or north on the same road
it wouldn't make a difference if you could see the signs
the direction itself has a feel.
south or north
east and west
the west coast is mine
you can keep the east
maybe we'll have enough room
it's not smart to take things so fast
and you never do listen to me.
is it because i'm a woman
is it because i'm right
the spitting, ripping anger
is a soft red cloth they rub in my eyes
at nighttime it looks purple
do sing to me, i love your voice
your voice is my favorite
so far from perfect
sing to me. i miss your voice
your nose is my favorite
so close to perfect
can you smell better than the rest of us?
the pebbles that mar the land
with such frequency, like smooth
river stones
the nice ones
don't write incomplete thoughts
they're incoherent
they're rude
i was raised in a different world than any of you
my mother
i love.
you probably wouldn't understand, even if you
knew the whole story.
will you please not be sad
will you please be happy with me
we could be so happy
we were so happy
the past.
is not.
the truth.
it is so cold
never warm here
i try so hard
to like it here
i fear
i don't really like it here
your voice is far too near
to my ear
stop marking up the moments
with your red correction fluid
just enjoy it
stop being serious
it's annoying