i'm reducing

do small towns have apartment buildings?

my dress is too small cause i washed it in warm with the towels 

dad made it to christmas 

but his hair didn't

love poem

Roses are red
violets are violet
and sometimes I guess blue
my gum is getting old
and harder to chew
so my jaw is getting sore
and my tongue is getting bored
so you're like new gum

our capital sank with him

with shrimp holding their hearts in their heads
i wallow in tender hollow
seems silly to try and play the games
when he is so willing to swallow
clear as the water in man made lakes
i hold off for whats to follow
lowly lowly
holding strong
we make believe
right and wrong
i need nothing more
than this
tuck in the lure
throw back the fish
slowly slowly
to reply i am not
willing to compromise
set in stone
stone of sand
washing backward

ode to the worst and healthiest salad i have ever had (refusing sexist menus) (blockage) (table manners/ punks)

thank you for helping me run fast enough to catch my train cause my insides wanted out and i thought i was going choke on the taste in my mouth from your green on green notes in the puddle of flax that slide through my insides while at the table near the kitchen where you have to move so the server doesnt spill the tray of pbr he is bringing to the table near the bar where they could have just reached over  if it werent for the couple not talking but sharing vegan nachos and only that. they just sat there and dipped there dips into dip till chip had no crunch as to be even quieter as to make sure they wouldnt make a dent in sheet of metal in the air that bounced conversations around and thats how i heard that its over lets face it word for word i couldnt look but i felt bad for the cook cause this salad was the worst shittiest salad and that pasta looked nice and i have a feeling they aren't going to notice the parsley was torn and not diced

yr a cute one

the split-levels such as ours were scattered like tawdry cousins among these statelier storied homes

somewhere between

somewhere between you pulling out and away when you fall asleep
or how you kiss me best when she is in the room
the first real talk
how wet the bed is
waking up before you
meeting all your friends
not thinking of you first
your hand on my knee, my back, my thigh
kisses goodbye
forgetting what time it is
not asking what you're thinking
putting my bra back on
putting my bra back on
putting my bra back on
maybe that look means he
wanting to scream it out loud
then i'm somewhere between
watching me dress
keeping my hair in my face
laughing
its too hot
its too cold
you take all the blanket
she took all the pillows
you wishing i was someone else
but i am someone in between

MAN IS SOMETHING THAT SHALL BE OVERCOME WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO OVERCOME HIM

i mourn
this senseless orbiting planet of regret,

droughts, rust, rain, cadavers, giant waste lands of pasts

that can't tell us anything more than how we came to

who we are now

but i promise

with the rage

and the power

and the trials

i will harm more than its worth

and i am not sorry

because

you will recover

or die

the simple cure

is to destroy

all the stethoscopes that will transmit

silence occasionally

the remedy for loneliness

is in learning to admit

solitude 

if we are all mothers

like you told me

like you pinned on my hips

as i asked why you did what you did

then why aren't you all fathers

to turn around is ruin

to look ahead be blind

and i believe in forgivness
and i long to remain kind

but to push you back

and throw you 

is to live

right here

right now

to scream 

to fight

to hurt you 

is to hand me back my crown

i have known gentle men 

though human

so i know

this isn't what i get

and if it were mind you

i would not accept