11/13/2017

Dear Carly Rae Jepsen,
You whine all the time but I think it’s rad, honest. What’s it like to be so permanent? Wringing out the details of every melodrama from each of your vertebrae. Milk my brain and take my life. You could use a little orange dye. I typically try not to see my friends with tissues for spines, letting their bone marrow leak out into their shoes. Are you okay or am I just mean? I really am trying to be better about this.

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Word Bank Sonnet

I want to screenshot your violet breath

Pull the filaments out one at a time

I’ll wrap them around my fingers, baby

 

Become a pixelated heart attack

Do it for me won’t you? Be my prayer

This is all day heaven (emergency)

 

(code purple code cherry code gold gold gold)

 

Bury me in static before you go

Next to the rabbit with a cavity

Spilling galaxies out of his small mouth

 

Roots of bone extend from the bottom of

My friends. Wrapping around and encasing

them in a prison of zen. Me as well.

 

(magic is found in your girl’s eyelashes)

 

To My Dearest

To My Dearest,

 

          I saw you at the Super Target last night. You were in the aisle with the laundry detergent and fabric softener, running over each label with your fingers. I wanted to run up to you. I wanted to squeeze your hand until my tendons phased into yours; I wanted to press until my bones shredded through your hand and up your arm, making ribbons of muscle and love. I wanted to step down on your chest, feel the snap and pop of each bone beneath me; your deep frothy blood filling my shoe. I want to feel it with every step, every step while I’m carrying you to the place. The ‘used to be ours’ place. The ‘place before you ruined us’ place.

          You don’t use Tide anymore. I don’t like that. I don’t want to think that you’ve changed. I ruins the idea I’ve had in my head- to gnash at your shoulder and keep some of the pieces in between my teeth as a reminder of you; the taste of salt and iron would be my hug, would be my “I love you more.”

          I can feel you laughing at me. My injunction keeping me away from you. But, I know you will regret it. You know I’d never hurt you. We will overcome this someday, and then we’ll rip through our skin together and tie all the pieces to one another.

It Will Eat The World

His mind phased into those

Of root and flower

The spine came undone

Shredded

Shrieking static transmissions

Exploding into a symphony of blood

frothing

Hot and stagnant and too fast

Contradicting itself

 

Amplify the sound

 

It will eat the world

Untitled

I          want         some of    your         leisure time

        I want to            take    a         //break      with me

spend            some time           chasing    cars         and

sighing         into                   dusty lights       and

            watching           while

the            whole world         is           waking up and

      everyone       is                 happy

Titled as Such:

I feel all wrong

I want to be a whale

all big and sometimes blue

and full of YOU ARE GOODs

I want someone to crawl in my arteries

like you can with whales

and tell me I’m good

I want to stop saying “someone”

When I know goddamn well I mean

everyone

I want to kill the bees in my eyes

be strictly aquatic

wanna force some life on u

 

 

Clobber

A monster glitched into my body

along with blue lightning tied up

with a string

it gnashed through the tissue of

 

everyone

right in front of me

now it lives in my intestines

it pulls me up by the hair,

smacks me around,

spits in my face,

and leaves me gasping for breath before

imploding into a symphony of static

Free Pizza

We are so 5th grade pizza party

rubber band gunshot giggling

we can walkie-talk all night

or we can use red cups on a string

whatever to keep you

throwing stupid jokes at me

stumbling over little nicknames

I wanna kiss your neck

can I kiss your neck?

Please check yes or no

and tell me

am I noticing things too closely

or do you say “I love you”

by gnashing at my shoulder

Thrash

I love you Human Disaster

& I wanna throw 3:00 A.M. IHOP pick-up lines at you

I wanna blast that shit, boom box amplified from the top

of our favorite dumpy public park

& I wanna talk about Childish Gambino

wanna turn that motherfuck up loud

wanna pick up your vibrations

& ride them all the way to Port Aransas