The meth monkeys
are piloting the spaceship again.
Suddenly, it occurs to me
that I can see every sick pet
and every heartsick owner
within the walls of Angell Memorial.
I can see cages, donated towels
with threadbare patches,
and worry lines etched into
foreheads. I see hands twisting
in laps and abandoned aged
magazines, crinkled ads
for flea collars.
It’s too much to absorb
so I cross the street
even though my destination
is on the same side
as Angell Memorial.
I can’t turn it off; the meth monkeys
have full control of the in-flight
entertainment this morning.
I have to let the film play to the end,
to reach its icky conclusion
before I can slump, weepy
and exhausted, on my therapist’s
couch and tell him how much
sleep I’m getting or not getting,
if I’m doing everything he tells
me to do, steadfastly avoiding
talk of this morning’s movie madness.
Because that’s crazy, right?
Our mother is too young
to care for – and yet,
there she is, her suitcase at her feet,
her only company.
there is everything she owns:
Those capris with cherries on the butt
that look like jeans on her;
Jergens lotion, cherry-almond;
those off-brand, fake fur-lined boots
she made me buy her before heading back
These and other things accompany her
from island to island to mainland.
It is just a bigger island, I remember
my uncle saying, accent-heavy
and sweaty from eating all that pig,
eyes and bones left, nothing else.
She drops memories like tiny
shits behind her where she
walks, a trail of small,
hard excess condensed into
pellets and buried beneath
her bedding at dusk. And
when she wakes, aroused
by tunes, or the crinkled
sound of sunburnt prunes,
the rest of her remembers
in its actions — thumbless
hands supporting chins,
the precious cuddling of
dust upon her pelt, the
endless fights for sustenance
against her sibling rival.
But still there’s something
missing in her muscles
when she sleeps, the only
thing remembering the warmth
her mind won’t keep.
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scrubbing off nail polish
when he walks in
his voice is static, paper thin
his seduction is transparent-
summer nights are fans
and that sticky place behind my knees
I discover after I sit a while.
The bead of unearned sweat slides between the blades
Posted in poetry
The week Broetry came out, Quirk Books held a Broetry Slam at National Mechanics in Philadelphia. They have recently sent me a video documenting the hilarity.
Also, a haiku:
Me author now.
Me speak pretty words. Me write
pretty words. You buy?
I will not be at San Diego Comic-Con this year,
and every time you ask me I’m reminded
that instead of standing in long lines I’ll just be sitting here.
I will not be the very first to hear
the latest comic news, at least not until it’s tweeted.
I will not be at San Diego Comic-Con this year.
I will not see the costumes that appear
on the awkward and undeodorized
standing in long lines. I’ll just be sitting here.
I wish that you and I could grab a beer
after getting all 160 issues of Ultimate Spider-Man signed,
but I will not be at San Diego Comic-Con this year
Think of me when you are hanging out near
Joss Whedon, or Katee Sackhoff, who you think you spotted
while standing in long lines; I’ll just be sitting here.
On the bright side, I don’t have to worry about finding a tear
on my rare exclusive SDCC variant cover. So to everyone who asked:
No, I will not be at San Diego Comic-Con this year.
Instead of standing in long lines, I’ll just be sitting here.
Posted in memoir, poetry
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Danny attempts powerful popularity.
Before the veil a four chemical
master of science
was repealed by two more consequences of potency.
His believes to write
the yerkes-dodson curve as ads
have granted that encoding adults
is used to fill epinephrine by balloon.
For a other available empathy
where the supplements are required,
the many common brand is the screw
at which the other trainers
would fight comprehensively.
Hear, o arjuna, the arguments
by which conference hall compartment
ship when was released the public south
of madri by pandu, each with five arrows.
> stooped > no action required upon your part.
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