Showing posts with label poem 9. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem 9. Show all posts

Lessons from water

The hollowness of water
Holding you
The sacredness of weight
Shifting 

Litter boxes

sometimes I wish I was pregnant so that someone else would have to clean the litter box

I took my first pregnancy test in October  

but I wasn’t pregnant and even if I was it would have been ectopic said the internet 

and I still don’t know why my period was 10 days late and mostly this all just means I’m still cleaning the litter box

Don't Name the Slight



A two week death in the family
a slight, a death,
a resolution, death,
limitless pain in where then
the paths have crossed
and wires and there is
deep life in superstition.
in pain, a slight, a death,
a deep wound in gossip,
so the slate is wiped of
cousin of uncle of in-laws,
of and oh how the pain is
deep, the clumsy action,
a broken bottle to the wound
of aunt, mother, wife,
the cousin, I'm found,
we're mined for data
together we work for the record,
your nose, my mother,
never met but 
for the record
and on we intersect. 

RANCID


meme of a dumpster full

of baby racoons

some people write about wounds 

too elegantly

and they are our prophets

we honor them

with screenshots

empty out virtual dumpsters

to make room for more

teachings

what ooze collects at 

the bottom of the 

dumpster 

which family member 

will spray it clean

some fresh summer day

when we could be 

packing lunches

for a day at the

beach