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I was in a boat with you and the sun was burning our legs, bleaching us blond, sucking us dry. your eyes were bleeding into the water, your fingers tugging your pink bathing suit back into place, your voice humming the beatles into my ear, smiling with someone else’s teeth. I shoo... - Poetry > Free Versethe highways of Boston must be bordered by dead men. I saw one lying there once, blanketed by street lights in late July, watched it come up beside my car like a pale stationary fish, thought for one crazy minute that he was sunbathing on the side of the road in the middle of the night. ...
- Poetry > Free Versei know this because i can't feel you constantly twitching beneath my breasts but you make my stomach leap the way a girl's heart is supposed to...
- Poetry > Free Versein a dream (and oh, it's always in a dream) you clung tightly to my body like an infant, needy, sucking my life away from me like milk. you buried your face into my jugular, kissing my neck until i thought you must not be breathing. the name abraxas came into my head, and in a dream (oh, ...
- Poetry > Free Verselast summer you wrapped your hands around my neck and we both smiled for the camera in late july sun stroking the photo now and remembering the way you moved your thumb across my jugular i see my nail polish is chipping and i slam your face inside a book....
- Poetry > Free Versebecause the trees lose their leaves every season but they grow back (they grow back!) & the maples are mocking me by becoming more beautiful. I want to rip them apart with my teeth because I can’t do anything to make you okay and the branches grow vibrant, drop their lovely burdens ...
- Poetry > Free Verseyou feel different today. some small thing is beginning to warm in the air and then fall flat between us. your smile hangs in space just a little too long and when it slips away from you you are silent for a conspicuous time. flashes of teeth aren't enough for us anymore. i can&#...
- Poetry > Free Versei dreamed of peeling my breasts like an orange, stripping away the sexuality until all that remained was functional. "come here," he said, "you don't know what you're doing." his hands were very cold and his breath smelled of citrus. "come here,"...
- Poetry > Free Versewelcome, friends. please come in; there's room for you. rip yourself a new hole and climb inside – just remember to sew it up behind you. make yourself at home in my liver or my lungs. carve a bedroom into my appendix (i don't need it anyway). feel free to sleep cosily tucked int...
- Poetry > Free Verseyou want to know why i have that feeling like my stomach will explode? because i carry every bit of you around, every secret and habit and quirk. i carry your eyes and your sneakers. i carry your mouth. i can feel it. when i begin to talk, it's your voice that i hear. one perso...
- Poetry > Free Versesome nights he bursts with a manic self-loathing, unable to meet your eyes and expecting you to feel the same, to be ashamed. expecting you to drown in disgust. these nights, he doesn't know you at all. you drink in his secrets and when he spills his dirty gut-words onto you you forg...
- Poetry > Free VerseI was in a boat with you and the sun was burning our legs, bleaching us blond, sucking us dry. your eyes were bleeding into the water, your fingers tugging your pink bathing suit back into place, your voice humming the beatles into my ear, smiling with someone else's teeth. I s...
- Poetry > Free Verseyou love him urgently, scrapingly, scrabblingly now the way his back bends when he leans over his desk, how he buries his hands in a mess of untamed hair when he has nothing to say. you want to love the things he loves and inhabit his mind, curled in some dark corner away f...
- Poetry > Free Versecigarette butts roll like tumbleweed down cracked and baking sidewalks while cops roar by on motorbikes named “silver” & that homeless guy on the street corner plays amazing grace on a beat-up harmonica. pockets are empty; the liquor store is full. dust settles into our lungs & our feet...
- Poetry > Free VerseEncroaching trees conceal this purple depression that overtakes me (twilight-covered) on the nights when barbed wire lines our faces & Boston is receding in the distance. All I have is a box of un-mailed postcards waiting to fly in the breeze. You, the startling neon drug dream, woul...
