I make a fist because I can. I stay up late, or I go to bed early. I climb the hill with wheels in the middle of the road, standing up out of the seat, bike tracing the double yellow past houses trees construction traffic bus and shrub. I get lost in my body’s ability […]
28.
lavandula spica
lavender
There is no hitting bottom when
your condition comes with spoons
and keeps on digging.
29.
cheiranthus cheiri
wall-flower
why not right there–off the wall,
wet.
smile tied with
a lip’s width of seaweed sent
to my lover’s pocket,
slipped
between quadriceps.
oh. i definitely dance.
30.
rose lutea
yellow rose
before you left for good
i came to visit
and tore the yellow roses
from your mother’s yard,
earth coming with me
roots coming with […]
taraxacum officinale
dandelion
in bed
car wreck of limbs
drinking glass bedside
with chipped rim
connected flesh crowded
every tri-state star
sheet knots dotting ends
robinia pseudoacacia
black locust
My hands are home to chains of mountain range, the veins there are Andes, rising with blood for nothing. I am considered strange because of this. Disfigured. My hips boast the Great Divide. Most belts won’t fit. When I am in love, Alps sprout on belly and each tunnel beneath dermis will pulse […]
23.
rubus arcticus
arctic bramble
and it wasn’t me.
all i had were broken bones to
chatter your back with until
my dominant hand turned to dust
on our respective shoes
which soon became swooned away
by wind
kicked up between seed and smoke
air that clung to nothing yet
still held on
tumbling
24.
hesperis matronalis
sweet rocket
earning my wings on a malt liquored morning in a house with a […]
Miscanthus Sinensis
Eulalia
mere digits before dusk
window blinds sectioning light
and skin into parallelograms,
knife blades I can
dip my knuckles in
reaching up to touch–
another button curtseys out of place on your shirt.
late day witness and bird song–
arriving windless
and pitched forward at the hips,
so out of breath i could only talk
with my hands.
I missed out on writing yesterday. I missed out on a lot of things. A migraine swooped in and took most of my Friday. I can’t let it get to me too much. That’s no good for anyone. Instead, I’ll press on with something for today.
Poa Pretensis
kentucky blue grass
asymmetric states and their piles of cinema, […]
briza media
quaking-grass
his middle name is robinhood.
his closet filled with coats
to leave behind at parties
stories rehearsed to a backyard of pigeons
mantras in the mirror
for the whale, white lies and
winter blues.
he is in love with the neighbor,
their windows falling in line and
her breasts smashed awkwardly on sill
when reaching to water the plant.
her middle name is lee. she […]
today’s poem? haiku.
Chasmatophyllum
tiger’s jaws
purr like power lines
rip the limbs for a living
build a wall of bones