Prrrpoem
I’d like to write a poem
so tender
that a kitten would enter it
to lap up some milk
it would
smell of cupcakes
and swirl with
clouds of cotton candy
the sun would shine through
containing a summer (sunday)
afternoon
it would tuck a reader in
with a down blanket and spoon them
as they fell asleep
balloons float up
the ice cream and cotton candy melt
tickling my heart
Meeting
I agreed to meet with her because her eyes
were quoting the other eyes the ones I knew
I could never lose myself in
she was older and shy
just like I’ll likely be someday
like a mirror dipped in the future
she keeps a room full of her lovers’ skeletons under lock and key
when asked if there were many she said no
lacking confidence she played her cd collection
failing to pick out the music
she reminded me of me in so many ways
the qualities I’d like to get rid of
through meditation and affirmations
so I did not enjoy that but the bodies did their work
we could all use some consolation
Sad party animals
Sound. Lights. Blasting.
Eye make-up.
Close your eyes on the dance floor
touch your hand to the hand of another
fingers touching, barely
smoke a cigarette in the dark.
Tell the one waiting next to you at the bar
ugh is it gonna be much longer
the glasses filling with waiting instead of liquid
the ice cubes are melting, tired of work.
L has disappeared with a blonde stranger. Later, the girl disappears into the night, and L is washed ashore. And so, it’s the two of us again, like the last two candles still aflame at the edge of this bar. On the ride home, she was dozing off and rested her head on my shoulder. The city crept by outside the window. I would’ve gone with her to the very last stop, like she wanted me to. But I saw the dawn breaking, carriages turning into pumpkins. The morning was wriggling out of a shimmering black evening dress, jumping into a street cleaner’s uniform.
What would you like
asks the bartender
a tequila sunrise and
to go back, to sleep
in my cage.
But only after the last song is played.
Heart of a Dog
once upon a time
I turned my heart into a dog
and I couldn’t turn it back
ever since it barks and I beat
sometimes the dog bites me
and tries to get away but I
stuff it back in through the wound
a pill in a lump of meat also helps
