I Wrote a Book

Hope you like it.

A Yesterday Tree

There’s a
bruise-drunk shadow
loitering in the obsidian
of a yesterday tree

There’s a
lithesome effluvium
beetling from the moist arm
of a yesterday tree

There’s a
reverberating puddle decision
marring the roots
of a yesterday tree

us

the story of
a yesterday tree.

I Had a Window

two-step
to start and a march toward what wrinkled compassionate
coconut tree yonder
how can this be I ponder
that you are a naked cohort
five dollars short
there is not such thing as fair frolic
in this game of chance-
-aholic
its nothing but sparrow shadows on a naked white sky so
his heavy whisper was right don’t cry

ReSmash Me

uncomfortable within

traditional submissive
(Sometimes, I just want to say I am tired.
Sometimes I just want to say that’s not me.)

Except when it is.

Daddy, love me.

I don’t wear heels. I don’t wear makeup.
I own two pairs of shoes; Uggs and flip-flops.
But more so, I’m fat.
Yep, Im a fat girl.
This is not new news. Or even valuable news,
but you know what is?
There are people out there who don’t care.
There are people who don’t judge.

Do you hear the echos of
the mirror belch, disco ball
of disappointment?

Thin upper lip
Chins
Muffin top
Callous clean feet

I have a sexy brain.
If my outsides were my insides…
I wouldnt be here.

Factory Song

peanut
butter roasting
factory song mill town dream
simpler times still fill glass jars
swirl fill

No Double Agent

normally
I’d
beg for caress

Ways A Way

you’re a
Once Over Man
deep in pretty country
the world owes you nothing ignore
that you
are sheltered cant
you see like a boy who
needs control of his destiny
you stuff

Worried

earning
my burning rock
in the center of my
chest, like all the rest of us flawed
humans

Failings

furious pile
of laundry
mocking my
meager efforts
so what
I rocked as a mom today.
I say fuck you laundry.
I can do dishes tomorrow…

***

Read this.

Grass

that
sensation probably didn’t
indicate a crumpling
but a concentration of sleepy muscles
crippling my youth