Tag Archives: vacancy
bed.
Filed under monologue
baseboards.
too many bugs was
her reason for leaving, she became
by dawn a traveling memory
with my suitcase
there are signs that only
she believes in, that spaces
remain vacant and
pristine until a moment,
a kiss or question asked
over bent knees
occurs inside them, that
grids in city
planning are designed to prove
that it will work
she doesn’t trust you if your
street curves, if you
live on a dead end.
the bathrooms
and the kitchen where the
drains are, the side
door and the vents,
the ducts,
that come up from the basement
signed
sincerely
Filed under poem tree
my eyes.
at three a.m. sometimes
i stay up in the
flourescents of the
bathroom, crosslegged
on the counter
i force out blackheads,
it’s recovery,
the way at nineteen i cut
bangs to hide the
blisters back
it’s another world in there —
if my ragged
straight-chopped second-
hand-store-scissor-cut hair
is big i pretend i’m a
cokehead
or a groupie in corset leather
i put on lipstick, red,
and stare into the mirror,
try to recognize myself
in my own eyes
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an oldie, but a goodie, for reasons that are entirely, beautifully, my own.
Filed under monologue
