One, two, threeMy boyfriend watched, open mouthedprojectilewordvomit
as I unscrewed the lid of your urn,
and ran my fingers through your ashes.
Your depression, your soul dust.
I felt nothing other than
an ocean roiling beneath my ribs,
and an urge to hold the brass ossuary,
and rock you back and forth
like you did for me when I was young.
At the funeral, my uncle announced
that you despised religion.
But he left out the part
where you did believe in a God,
just that he was always punishing you.
“There was nothing you could have done”
said the other uncle.
I think of all those spent wishes,
the birthday candles extinguished for gifts,
the meteor showers I wasted on love,
the prayers offered from family friends
that are now given a little too late.
This year, I turn 22 years old.
But when I blow out the candles,
my wish won’t matter.
None of them did.
The Art of Poetry KillingWhen I find an old poemLeftUnfinished
Packaged beneath an allegory
Or taped beside a piece of prose,
Warm and balmy and still swollen
Ripe with the undisturbed
Within their plastic wrapper,
I untangle its cellophane bindings
To find it's too old
And too stale for the proper use of a poem
So I pluck out its
Like some guts of a creature
And sew them
Onto other dust poems
Like the mismatched socks
Of a child
Just like murder is an art,
I still walk away with ink on my hands.
Art MajorI remember the tangle of cloth,AiryAubergine
my teacher set up,
with the lights set so,
the shadows were all angles.
I was more focused on the moth,
bumping into the light bulb.
A talk with Dad about his cancerI put my trust in the pilot,jade-pandora
the man in the cockpit
to get me home.
With closed eyes he adds,
I can live with that.
June 1, 2014 1:39 PMI lean in to kiss you.KaitForest
I push hard, because I want you
to love me. and you push back
because you want to fuck me.
I am a cliche. for so long
I believed that you loved me
even when there were sings
to prove that you did not.
I am that girl
that clings to an idea of love
fed to her by the twisted mouth
of someone just as hungry.
you unclip my jeans, you push
back my neck, and I hold onto
you tight, thinking
this is love, this is how you
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