folding clothes, grey over blue over black. saltwater into her mouth, two pills that look like saltwater into her mouth. screaming into the navy of a blue pullover. nothing comes out. “so sorry, so so so sorry” there is an apology note in her trash bin and another one underneath her tongue. saltwater. laundry smells. the unbearable warmth of a too big sweater and the clamminess of...
Galileo found me one day at the end of a telescope like a lover emerging at a hallway’s mouth. Like a man spotting for the first time woman in the window she forgot to close, forgot to curtain. I am Jupiter’s Lover. Zeus’ Lover. I am volcanic love. I am yellow green purple oil paint love, I am a sulfurous plume love, I am found by a man through a telescope love, I am...
There is a part of me that only exists in poetry. It’s the part of me that I resurrected from a deep and bottomless ocean. One minute I think I’m done for. It’s gonna swallow me whole this time, I swear. Then a stanza. A few words, another. Words spilling out of my gut and onto paper. Like a bad case of the flu. I word vomit until I am dehydrated. No more viruses or words in my...
you are the prettiest color.
imagine turquoise swimming towards you at thirty thousand miles per hour. the light will flicker in out in out like candlelight licking the lips of a glass container. don’t be afraid. turquoise like water, turquoise like fingernail polish, turquoise like fucking fuck fuck on a saturday morning. turquoise is the color of “good morning” and “how are you?” and it’s...
In short, to exercise our poetic talents on location, we must leave our rooms...– Cesare Zavattini, Some Ideas on the Cinema
i wear loneliness like my favorite sweater.
spiders spit spiderwebs and i spit spit into the shower drain on friday night, turned my skin red hot red like the ocean had been beating against me for hours. i spelled your name with the dirt under my fingernails and became clean again. it’s funny. when your skin heats up your invisible scars show up again.
You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to...– http://www.dressaday.com/2006/10/you-dont-have-to-be-pretty.html. (via transformfeminism)
one day the government carved a street between a neighborhood, cut it right in half like surgery. from both sides of the interstate, the pale yellow grey black blue red painted walls spill over the concrete slab fence, but never quite make it. i wonder how long that neighbor- hood weeped at the industrial scar on its torso. on its arms. now the two parts of that whole speak, wave to...
opinion of the day: language
A few days ago in my German class, we were discussing the different genders of different nouns (in the German language, there are three: neuter, feminine and masculine). With certain nouns denoting the type of person being described, the suffix depends upon the gender of the person you are speaking of. For example, the word for a male teacher is Lehrer, and the world for a female teacher is...
cub foods on valentine's day
In the grocery store men line up with roses, held in the crooks of arms like red-eyed children. They are blue jeans and soft smiles. Their loves are flowers and a bottle of champagne, red wine. I am in line with a basket of milk, yogurt, mac- and-cheese, some fruit, some granola. I am a grocery list. Valentine’s Day in the grocery store alone like any other day. I buy my...
listen, there is a girl in this world who has fallen in love, i would tell you her name but i’m afraid you’d recognize it. when a girl falls in love, it’s a terrible thing, oh girl, guard your heart, i want to say but she’ll never hear it, her heart is a naked pale thing waiting in the rain to be held, when he said 5:00 she thought he meant 5:00, when it’s 6:00 she only thinks, well he’s on his...
shut the fuck up. this is what i want to say to the world too many times. sometimes the night is black but last night it was navy blue and the moon was spit out of the earth over minneapolis buildings, the moon was maroon. leave me alone. i want to be swallowed up by clouds on a winter night and i want to return to the earth as snow, you will find my brown eyes in a snowflake and my hands will be...
omarflores: Today we were mesmerized and bound to each other by a force greater than god himself. There is a yearning in her eyes that pulls me closer and closer. I’ll forever answer to that call.