Nancy's Story ( Read more... )

boy
3.2.2009

a long boy
on my bed

i have to laugh
you're lanky
like strawberries
shooting out
runners

from shoulder
to hand
from hip
to long narrow foot
even your neck is long

i smile
fingers covering
my mouth
and your narrow face
asks me why i'm laughing

just because my bed
is too small for you

finally
2.24.2006

you make smile ginger
like the moon

sparing me all the
soporific small talk

we sing velvet pathos
sharpie curtains
on starlit ceilings

blue kisses
black longing

packing up
2.19.2009

i know i am
not you
but i feel
for you

burning down cities
would be easier
than this

packing up things
that are neither
beautiful
or important
but precious all
the same

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breaking up
2.8.2009

i've grown
to hate my
favorite shirt

it's still damp
from wiping watery
snot and drool
on the hem

tears dripped around
the collar like a salty
necklace

it makes me think of
curling up in bed
and sobbing because
i thought you were leaving

"fuck you" torn from my
body with a wretched sound
like shredding paper

2.8.2009

i want to disappear
become a starlit
silhouette
a face in the background

a dot slowly sliding
off the grid

you won't come with me
no one will
as i join the mountains
the plains
the forests
wherever i go

no internet no phones
no mixed up
muddled ambiguity of
social ellipses
and diagrams

moon
2.8.2009

people never stop
to see the moon
leaving it an
unnoticed night time
apparition
a daytime phantom

unless it is swollen
and colored
like a melon
hanging over the harvest fields

they don't notice the
pocks of its craters
the smooth
unruffled dust
of its seas

hyacinths
2.8.2009

white hyacinths
at night
spotlit by a
reading lamp

wither and
brown
curling into tiny
scalloped crusts
that litter the carpet

and still
i sit thinking
about sex and dancing
and drinking

and my eyes water
maybe from the dust
of my unvacuumed carpet
or maybe
because i know i have
better things to think about