meaningless (a surplus)

  — a surplus of insufferable somethings business cards, stubs of nicotine a dented penny, a flask of whiskey phone numbers shitfaced scribbled on cocktail napkins and folded like pornographic origami like a bra made of onyx lace placed in the sagging back pocket of some random man’s parachute pants with a faux peridot rosary […]

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Of Monsters and Men

You will learn to love me, begrudgingly In fact you already do In absence and errant thought The forget-me-not first thought in the morning I am the pins and needles from the too-tight boots That you laced improperly just to spite me On remembering how I once said That aesthetic is very important And you […]

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Recitation | Olena K. Davis

sweet reader, flanneled and tulled  By Olena Kalytiak Davis (www.poetryfoundation.org) — Reader unmov’d and Reader unshaken, Reader unseduc’d and unterrified, through the long-loud and the sweet-still I creep toward you. Toward you, I thistle and I climb. I crawl, Reader, servile and cervine, through this blank season, counting—I sleep and I sleep. I sleep, Reader, […]

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Like Milk Only Not Milk

It isn’t as if I’m not already fully aware of the fact It flatters you to see that I hate you enough To weave that hostility into my poetry You get a cheap kind of thrill Watching my heart spill Into those words It’s like milk Only It’s not milk Severed arteries pour Onto the […]

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What says the heart

What says the heart betrayed? Does it count aloud the hours with resign? Does it curse the astrological malign? Like some kind of pulmonary Gemini Mercury in self destructive retrograde What says the heart scorned? Does it wax poetic like a thorn-ribbed Edgar? Does it quoth the Raven, “only this and never more”? Like some kind […]

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Quiet Time

Quiet is woman’s most misleading reprieve A method of marinating our collective madness A conservatory of fury and frenetic energy Which is why our silence Is so highly weaponized A righteous design Honed patiently for centuries By nature’s most dangerous darlings The Royal ‘She’ History’s ample antagonists So sublime is that quiet That fools are born and […]

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anonymous alliteration

  this bores me, to literal tears perpetual discussions, monotonous monologues paralysis and polarities, dubious tendencies the hypothetical hindrances, tangled tangents metaphorically maddening, relentlessly rhetorical unceremoniously subconscious, lamenting the laborious dispositions of literature, the ire of intimacies waxing poetic clinically, with narcoleptic narcissism half assed heresies, here and there (sometimes it’s so hard to care) but he’s […]

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sometimes

  it’s so cold at midnight, sometimes i arch my back like a cornered stray tug at the familiar restraints of tangled sheets a late night cocoon and i, a frantic little butterfly lift my hipbones off the frigid mattress force my thighs apart with tense hands as if longing causes levitation i writhe on an invisible axis […]

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r i s e

r  i  s  e rise for her rise on command close your eyes follow the clandestine voice 1, 2, 3… you are mine m  i  n  e levitate in a fever meditate on the avarice be her matinee there’s no difference between this hypnosis and f  o  r  e  p  l  a  y let her conjure let […]

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