June 2012
6 posts
The Scavenger
I will find you in the room at the highest tower
still staring out the window as if I never left.
There will be no sun, and the morning will be gone.
My body will speak for my tongue. It will want to bruise
your back into the floor, spread your spine across the
dusty tiles that I should have mopped three weeks ago.
But time has played tricks. This is not what I thought it was.
My eyes graze...
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Blame Game
Blame your parents.
Blame them for why you cannot sleep at night
without that guarantee of seeing them in the morning.
Blame the barrel of the gun for beaming so brilliantly.
Blame the sky for showing you how expansive your emptiness is.
Blame the moon for making you mourn your memories.
Blame the dog for failing to teach you the right way of licking your wounds.
See how beautiful the...
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"Frida Kahlo to Diego" or "the ways my body feels...
There are exit signs
buried beneath my bones,
but I think you already knew that
in the way you come and go
as you please,
as if I was not standing
at every entry and permitting you
access to step inside and stay.
Your skin is tinged with the scent
of all the women you have been with.
I don’t need any of the love your sweat
stains upon sheets my hands did not buy.
Always, I have felt...
The Razor Writes A Love Letter
I used to work retail, selling middle-aged women
perfumes that were packaged in bottles shaped like
women with no children and the curves to show so.
Their spotted fingers would hold the boxes like lottery tickets.
They asked me questions with the hopes of receiving
any affirmation that would comfort their rising fears
of dying alone and regretting a life not lived.
I wanted to tell them...
The Room With No Windows
And what of the man in the room with no windows,
the one whose job it is to place the noose around the neck
of the man standing straight and tall in front of him?
The rope curls around his fingers like water.
The man who is about to die remains still.
His face is stoic despite the tremors beneath his skin.
In his mind, his parents are walking through a hallway.
They are talking too quietly...
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