I feel the way midsummer
heat brings my bedroom
down to a sticky and wet neck.
She knows it too,
in her unconscious brain.
Sheets, my sheets, tossed
half a torso length.
Wearing my shirt
like a dress — she’s so small.
Black bands slope past clavicles
down to black silk
circles under grey floral print.
She doesn’t know the word
as if her whole skin organ
has rejected the very thought
less than perfect.
the whole “poem a day” thing… uh… didn’t work…
but if you like my stuff, I will use this space to just post my poetry that hits me when it does, even if it isn’t every day XD
karma will make me
because we did something so
I don’t know if I can live with
it is heart-wrenching,
and this is over dramatic
all we did
was steal water from Home Depot
four syllables and
t h i r t e e n
it is unlucky in
so many cultures
A Long Time
makes me sick
i feel it work into my veins
will consume me again
but it’s not
it’s also longing
for a place that
I sat in front of the washing machine for 30 minutes
in the early afternoon when the sun would’ve peaked
if the clouds weren’t there and 98.5 KRZ probably had some retro song playing
I would’ve skipped if was driving to class like I was supposed to
because no good songs ever come on the radio when I’m driving.
Instead, I watched the soap suds rinse out in surfs transitioning into Spin Cycle
and my Penn State sweatshirt,
my zebra-print thong,
my American Eagle yoga pants,
the towels I used in the last week from my early morning showers after waking up fully-clothed and my make-up still on
and my heart I wore on my sleeve on Monday shake the linoleum
shake the “Duet Steam” label, the “FanFresh Dynamic Venting Technology,”
the “Clean Washer With affresh,” the “Whirlpool”
and took them from 0 to 60 in 2.4—Ariel Atom 500
—thinking how fast gentleness reels into havoc and I want to swan-
dive in and feel my bones
rattle against the interior.