(assingment for psych of emotions class: write a paragraph on each pleasure, anger, fear)

One: He calls Georgia on the phone to get off. But she’s sitting in a coffeeshop & can you wait till I get to the car? She likes him the best. His orgasm’s small, not unlike the sound the neighborhood cat made when her cousin Steve took a knife to its belly. ( Read more... )

As Follows:

My body believes in manifest destiny. That once unrest was a tiny speck growing cause it fancied itself the possessor of a god-given right to conquer. I see dissatisfaction as a disgruntled despot in my intestines sitting behind a desk of wadded gum I swallowed in fourth grade. A cocky fucker making maps of my innards, plotting his plan ( Read more... )

girl’s throat slit two blocks south so when walking, i now carry a liscence for identification. of the body bound to a tree, arms strung, legs spread. an x. as if i was marking something or better yet welcoming. how when they slit her throat, they left her eyes open. & when the city caught the boys responsible, the guilty said & how blue they were.

the alcoholic who affirms the mouth’s his main erogenous zone. lit professor from freshman year sitting alone at the park till i walk over & god, yr so young. he wants to talk about indierock, then god, how sharp steeples are. he says my papers really sucked, such rush & do you believe in god? he asks again. i do? he prays for the baby he helped ( Read more... )

state mandated soap issued in attempt to promote chastity causes only disappearance. of pants & turtlenecks from department stores with stained carpet. & somewhere there are people on a bus who keep tugging their sleeves, who changed in the mall bathroom. they tug again, embarrassed by their skin’s cleanliness.

a child sees feathers whenever he closes his eyes. later he will see the feathers floating soundlessly through air that doesn't care a bit about the feather's softness. then he will see the dead chicken from which the feathers are plucked & realize he is the chicken, the farmer too who plucks with his gaze fixed on a spider web. the boy is also ( Read more... )

tonight you sat on the porch awaiting a storm that had nothing to do with you & therefore could love it. the boy next to you, stoned so wholly, stammered if i died no one would notice. confused, you asked isnt that the point? to be standing in the courtyard at school, undoing yr braids, shaking a pound of bound hair loose. & no one noticing. & if ( Read more... )

up! up!

sluggish when waking. bones must rememorize their casing.

the secret's both the event & its nonexistence