me saying all the things you don't wanna hear

check

oh fuck

The kindest you have ever been was on Sunday at 8 in the morning while we cut coke with your birthday card and you said "yeah that's yours, the biggest line, take the biggest line." Coaxing and grape and smooth. I didn't, because I thought if I did, I might die. It looked like an earthworm. Your voice has never been clearer. We laid out, I read a little and then you lifted up my dress to see what kind of underwear I wear wearing, pointing out the rips in my tights. "You look like a whore." I suppressed my smile and I was proud of it. You gave me your pillow, crumbled up a jersey and went to sleep on it. I turned around cold. You put your foot against mine and held it there. I moved mine away, and woke up at noon staring at the back of your forearm the one with the freckle. It looked warm. I got up gave you the comforter and walked the thirty minutes home.

pockets should be made

to be forgotten about

like unintended time capsules:

a lipstick from 1993,

tissues of a baby,

a skittle.

2 dumb haikus

i like you because

you ran all the way back home

to get your notebook

you should check the lock:

it should click twice and turn in

to a pool of blood

i wrote a poem on shirley,

nothing racy.

she has me in a cold room

filing a stack of papers that

all look the same,

and the door is locked.

i smirk,

say i've never been here before.

let me start by saying

it's not that i want to:

it's just that we're being offered no other choice.

no one else is left on the planet,

so i think i'm gonna marry you.

we can both take turns needing each other.

shirley

shirley has never been held

maybe fucked, but not held,

the last man was white, with big feet

it was a misunderstanding,

she'll never marry now