poem for sixth sense/ poem for future chemical sun/ the poem where I…

May 16, 2013 § 1 Comment

Poem for the future chemical sun:

I took                       two of something
I don’t know what you call it
down on your shoulder blade luck
when rolled back onto cement
“that poolside cement” and they say
“come swimming”         and you say
” but I took two of something
I’m                            too tired.”

Poem for sixth sense:

Standing in the kitchen without flip flops

open sores between my toes

black crust of callous blood

LET THAT MILK BE MY LIGHT AT MIDNIGHT

The poem where I describe how you are touching me without my consent:
I hope you are relaxed
sitting down inside
my sleep and on my pant
leg or is it tight today
my skirt and now your pants
on my bag, you know I’m not
actually asleep. I’ve dreamt you
into a bag so tight.

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