blue lagoon

let’s go swimming in a blue lagoon…
wouldn’t that be a dream to you?
lowring ourselves in the milky blue,
let lick our thighs and soothe our wounds…

a palindrome

she fell into a big, dark hole. she fell into a big, dark, down hole. a cold hole. the walls are dark. and it’s actually narrow. the floor is cold. her fingers, warm, bump against the crannies of the clay. the cold, clammy, clay. she has knees, but in this case they bang freely.

She sat thick on him

Like spaghetti, Like syrup, Like a waist.

She was delicate

In his hands,

Like spaghetti

Through his lips,

silhouette.

mine.

it sits behind me.

She forgets a lot.

she already forgot five years ago how hard you used to work.

she’d already Completely forgotten how easily you became infatuated with
men just by watching them…

Rice paper

I would like to think about you,
I would like to touch you -
In the bright hallways of my mind
You sit behind one of the many black latticed doors, where glowing light hums through soft rice paper panes.
Where are you...
At night, in sleep, I open them;
I wander through, looking for you,
Slow,
Methodical.

the long and skinny

i wanted to write this poem
about tiny purple flowers
that grow on a hill
and i imagined
that it would be long and
skinny,
the poem,
and that it would go on
for pages and pages
so that it would definitely be,
or at least
feel,
worth
your
money;
but then just now
as i started
writing
it
i

i’m solving a hard problem.

i’m solving a hard problem.
the problem is how to -
why we -
how i -
ah

the problem is how to capture the gray purples
when the bright exotic red is…

they’re just words.
it’s very simple.
they toss about in your mind like a salad,
like cilantro -
people either hate it or they love it.
they marinate in the richest sauces,
mixed with blood,
bleeding past the margins
and dictating how long it is they rest.
Rest,
Rest,
Resting is important for the truest
flavor
to emerge. The sense of it.
Sometimes…

a fond, tickling feeling
that i used to write

that words used to come to me
and splay their legs on my page

that i’d take a whisper
and let myself be seduced by it

model homes

They lived in model homes
so he knew exactly where to take her
when he carried her up the stairs.
Her house was like his house,
except their bed was in a different place
from his and his wife’s, which was by the bathroom,
whereas theirs was by the window.