Forever Your Junkie

You have bad energy

Dogs run from you

Birds cry because of you

Flies circle you

If I wasn’t a masochist

I would be repelled by you

But…

Money Saver

Toothpaste on the bathroom mirror

Fresh blood on the boxing glove

Old blood on my satin knickers

I’ve been alive for a very long time

I Could Be Coughing or I Could Be Laughing

This violent noise could be a bird

Or a buzz saw; either way,

We’re not alone

The pedagogy of terror, something bad happens

To you and you just roll with it

Last night, someone tried to call me

And all I heard was wind

Stretches for Equestrians

Will I die without having seen Greece?

Some women sing a beautiful song

That I can’t imagine myself singing

(At the airport they abscond their puffer jackets

And take the subway to preserve energy)

The Neck of the Lover Snaps the Fastest

I sat with the feeling

And the feeling nearly killed me

I dropped something

And in doing so

Destroyed the thing I held

Bedwetter

Shame is the jewel around the neck of my day

God is yelling through my mailbox

That he’s going to watch me die

Yellow are the leaves on the trees

Yellow are the leaves on the trees