And Another

I can't wait for this day to be over.


I'll Find Something Better

I would marry you for your family.

You’re sugar powder
I’ll breathe in,
choke while you trip
into the wrong hole,
and then stand up again:
surprise me with your stamina.

Swerving off the road,
I’ll laugh;
you’re a joke I’ve heard before.

I’ll get sick spinning
on tire swings
not made for us,
grasping its ropes
like it’s holding us together.

Another

We love in holy positions.

You catch a glance
of my profile
I pray you won’t notice
my stubby nose
flattened from years
spent in Junior High,
drilling stares into quary tiles,
my head on the desk in study hall;
hope you won’t be put off
by my protruding upper lip
cascading, noticeably condescending.

“Do you think he likes me?”
she’ll weigh me down
with her answer
like leftover spaghetti at 3 am,
put me back where I belong—
dreaming of broken tiles
locked in the second floor bathroom.

Some Ideas

Once I was Giantess.

How could I tell him
I felt nothing
while his arms wrapped
silk bows around my waist
No, I felt nothing
except the part of his neck
where I nestled my painted thumbs,
I used them to send messages
down his rectangular body
Dot dot dash dash
What can I tell you?
I thought it’d get easier
Once we were closer


And it did,
in a way:
the same way it’s easy to learn
you’ve settled your entire life.
I keep waiting for something
(someone)
To consume me
Flood my insides
Warmer than blood,
It’s easy to bleed.
I expected
too much from him.