Saturday, March 6, 2010

what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. what didn't kill you has gotten stronger.

four planes crash, one, then another, then the other two, in the backyard of my parents house. the passengers limp up the hill holding each other on their feet. I let them know this is no coincidence.

they burn my mother's house down. they take her and my sister away. they say it was me they were looking for. they shoot at me. i push the bullets back at them through the air. they bounce off their skin and fall to the floor. everyone is laughing, the woman behind me shakes her head in pity. i cannot overcome these people, but i will not comply.

they have the whole world traced and covered. i cannot escape. i search the skies for a counter movement.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

poor girl

in my room birds gather at my feet. i step carefully to not hurt them. i let them out into the hall.

chelsea lets people in from a sofa in the other room. she is watching t.v. i am waiting for you. someone kisses me not long enough. his girlfriend sits at his side and waits patiently. he was supposed to be you, and i know you will not come.


earlier i tried to find you at a fair, but all my signal signs were mimicked in the air. the powers that be said wait. i wore a lucky penny embedded in glass around my neck. a dainty girl helped me read an inscription with the magnifying glass she wore around hers. saint agnes and the alps etched on either side. it was a locket.

i found you playing in a vaudeville show. i sat in front in a large velvet sofa chair. your costuming was obscene and beautiful. girls danced all around you. you had no need for me. i decided not to come up to you after the show

Sunday, February 28, 2010

milk bath

i am lying in a bathtub. i am bleeding, turning the water red - my body is covered in open wounds.

you creep in and sit across from me. you are naked and your flesh is sickly white. you come forward and lay above me. -we touch skin with the tips of our noses. we do not kiss. your chest heaves as you cry, because this love is an old love. because this love is something you will never do. my hands stay at my sides. my fingertips trace the curves of your back.

you are gone and i don't miss you. the water is pink milky red and white. i sit up. head between knees, i pull a purple ribbon from my throat.