(2015)
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
the very idea that i could be
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally