admit

im certain i wont hate you tomorrow
and that scares me
a georgia o'keefe spread out on the floor
in the foyer
bleeding carcass
life
without vulva
a memory we all forget about
turning our fork in our spaghetti
like he did
with his arthritic fingers
smiling
toothless
with love
a grin now ashes in  box
in a cemetery
we live in beds
that will never provide comfort
rusty nails on sternums
that i tried to scrape off
treading on his world
barns dilapidated
showering my thighs
blood on drains
lyndon johnson
pbs
milk crate seating
vinyl pulled out
wrecking hard wood
with needles
and bottle caps
milky moon beam centuries
ask him to say something else
kittens congregate outside the basement door
egg chair
wishlist
cure me cure me cure me
sun also rises
when it doesnt
leaves in piles
smokestacks
blame your father for breaking your face
i wanted to too
blame your father
not break your face
all the time
scrabble
throw the table
so drunk there's no tomorrow
just an endless stream of yesterday
piling up and making noise
with makers
denied
bulletproof
blankity blank
green motorcycle in your dining room
tetanus in your orgiastic admission
that you were in love with grace
katherine
who dug out a tree
for a canoe
sucking off her fathers best friend
telling you
one day some day lets day we day fuck day grace day
bonfires
redheads
a hammock in your bedroom
fingers in knots
sometimes revealing love
other times
dont react
and come to
knee deep in the stream
throwing rocks back at the shore
my mother let me do that when i was young
some mothers didnt
what's it gonna hurt she'd say
define it hurts
jury is out til noon
eating mangoes
with lizzards gordy drove across country
begging christy to go too
and i said girl dont
all the while folding your cargo pants
waiting to hear your truck pull into the driveway
tiny pussies flattened
sylvia plath isnt romantic
except when it is
a thousand poems written
on  asbestos
pink panther falling out
one dog
two dog
three dog
go
god
doesn't know it
but im getting in

nothing profound

There is nothing profound about the way he speaks to me
pieces of broken experiences patched together with lie &
specific quotes that hold no relevancy

unless you want to let her know you wont be okay
and can't tell her straightforward
on a phone
or to her face

a child
without apology
ready to be let go

distraction

drawl with
sudden changes
the mange is
taking its hold on my
heals with his hands
down the best lover i ever had