razor toothed tiger faced
bitch behind the desk
dripping onto the counter
red pools gem stools
lips of decay sign
the letters with x's and
oleander sitting in milky
skin stretch like porpoise fin

my kind of love letter

i am planning a genocide
a mass killing of my gender
a bleeding out of the bleeders
til birds sing like gargling
fountain genitalia

take out all the moon-faced
saucered eyes milky girls
with yarn farm hair
'round round glasses

kill all the big eared
spike headed
balder than you are
umbrella girls

murder all the counterfeit
needle nook armed
noose necked girls
with the smoke oozing
from pores too cool
to be anything but fad

so you are left with me
and my scissored up legs
and overly friendly breasts
toe-thumbed reject with
the beauty of a hundred
hidden moths
with state border hips
and a whistling smile.
your vagina toting Hitler
shellfish queen of the massacred

dying to be intertwined
navel to navel
fleshy mismatched
puzzle pieces
kissed together
to hide in the corner
from the black eyes
of the taxidermy beaks

lemon scented romance

dear mr danston
dance with me thrugh
the rain and genocide
catching metallic tears
on sunburnt tongues
where i lap up
your drunken skull
pains that leak into
children's lead poison
play things threaded
with recycled paper
envelopes that carry
the letters i copied
in green ink
from the squid
you bought
on our birthday
death wish me
death bed flirt
until i face-plant
onto your naked femur
and last years tears.

the odd couple

It was living in my retina. for about 7 years, 4 months, and 23 days, It lived in my retina. Its long legs and fur covered arms would stretch out in the mornings tickling my macula. while the streets leaked drunkard soles into the fish stench warehouse kitchens, It read the Times, safe behind my lid. Flipping through the Living section, It remembers why he packed the needle-nose pliers and the electric drill, with removable drill bits, before venturing into my optic region. Taking an afternoon swim to my tear duct and watching the sunset while resting on the iris, It feels alone, but pretends every look is actually for him. Every face is stolen from me, every pupil taking me in is somehow reappropriated to him. I could bathe in a sea of blue, brown, green, and hazel, but I'd fine that It would be there first, scratching my intials out of the golden specs. I kneel at night praying for a scratched cornea. Lasic surgery has improved my vision, but It spent the day hiding in my pupil. It thinks forever sounds like today and I rub the goop from my eyes praying for a torn fur limb. Forever is donating my eyes to science.

the nausea nestles
cradled in my arms
like the mama bird
splatter across the concrete
skull in two like reflections
like the glass ground
in your vegan meal
of manner pretentious
til the birthmark crawls
down the spine
until metatarsals dance
into weary mornings
of weary minds
wrapped in bean sprouts
from the curd stored
between the blocks
of the city streets lined
with placenta and tied
to the umbilical cord
but i am chewing through
time to sever
to say goodbye
i grow to fifteen feet tall
and slide you into the rubber
grooves in my boots
wear you well

eat worm word laced
shoes where hidden
holed tights bury
deep into my throat

i cough your mother's pearl
into the hair clogged sink

in the lace covered
combat boots i
march to the line where
front stands stood
with lemonade
but no one pays me with quarters

swimming through comfort
into the obscene
unseen trees that grow
out of your fingertips
handed tiny forests
homes for tiny owls
who call to me as i concave
collapse
into batteries
but receive nothing

and the influenza
married me years before
for the status
worry you none
the sex stopped with gold
circled phalanges
and no one loves
the amputee

so i cut your hair
in the night
braided
and through the eye
stitching at the elbow
you to the bone

so i hear you are living in the weeds
dream big little man, eating back
the words you spit into my ear holes
on sweating days and broken glass
lazy susans in the home lot
but it is all alright, man
inhale deep and feel the spin
i wish you nothing but chilly mornings
with breath ending dawns
where you choke on the papers
and the green laughs at you
your hyperfallacies can't live with me
anymore. enjoy evaporating
and think of my laughter when
you are trapped in the cycle
of becoming acid rain
or is that too hard?
stick to the gentle shit
until your lungs crawl out
and trail your esophagus down the street
breathe deep

coat me in silicon, man. and carry me home to your father. receive the stamp of approval like the cut of meat in the ice, equally as blood soaked. rinse my hair with the vodka brewed in toilet bowls. pick out the stems from cherry tongues spit spat sputtered as the stutterer rocks the eyeless doll in the corner. i hate you for being lost in the future. what time is it there? 12:25 pm. You're still early and it's made me late. terminate the termite pregnancy because I can't stand its squirming reminders of you. Take your six legs and seven shoes and bicycle back to Maine. I won't write your father again and I hate your postage stamp five o'clock shadow. Eat your postcards and vomit the mountain forevers.

phantom limbs
being attached to
my rib cage
to hold feathers
and place begging kisses
like lost bookshelves
birthed from love handles
like branches on a
pining tree
being pulled to
300 mile hands
waiting to cup
lost breasts
like bonnets on babies
until the warmth returns
and the amputation is complete
i'll mail you my arm
brown paper and string
soaked black

chew away my tongue
because i keep licking
the snot and tears off
the blood dried lips
where the bird wings fall
and you wrap me in feathers
mummified with care
until the sun rises seven
days from today
and teeth are worn
as accessories
for date day is planned
and my knuckles are lonely
each space between bone
fits the letters of your name
and i fall asleep in your laughter
and awake in the bathtub





blogging face

the view licked your neck
til you drunk drove into
my clothes
blue glows for help
chirp into vibrating hands
and heaving brain
eggshell cracked skull
ethical dioramas clay coat
my facial features
creatures
leeches
hold onto me kissing
like sealed promised wax
to the history channel
civil sex obsessed
drying out my fingerprints
cut from the bone
to use as beading
but her dress is stained from white
mites
lice
louse
crawling in my hand
pets you see
don't let them go
keep them close
something needs to protect me

flames lick my thighs
prehistoric bones pierce
through my aging skin
too young to shatter
but giving into the crash
i shove the wreckage into me
i'll cradle the crumpled aluminum
in nine months i will
birth my end

combat booties on kittens

pop my lip
bubble like zebra
stripe tattoos on
my hands spit kiss
you and the mulberry toes
squirming worming
families after the rain
i line them up by size
momma dad and babies
boiling she keeps saying
and it hurts my teeth
like my hair hurts
and the popsicles fall
to splinters and the ants
drowning in grapes
that the teenager down the
block slides inside her while
her boyfriends watch
i wish i was my child father
and hopping trains
with rabbits in coats
and men with tails

skin tastes of prehistory

can i swallow you
with fat fat lips
and stolen teeth
behind the gay bar in
the city
that always wants to sleep
drudging/
drumming
the brain to the skull
til the black plastic rips from
my ear canals
deaf death deaf
nest
i tear
the white from the burn
the right from me
i surrender to wrong
and A will know
she will
and no one else
when balls of
red coiled bird calls
creep past nostril hairs
fair to be seen
live the love me lines
from stove top films
from the classic era
fuck technicolor
i lick you gray.

newbrainonscreen

walrus tusk pierce my nostril
and i bleed into your soup
A will serve it anyway
that is what A does

i cuddle close to the arm
of the record player
and vomit on the leather
glove you left on my hand
to think of you

the gut worms are awake
and say "hello"
A offers to cut them out
i take the sharpened spoons from
her three fingered hand

i dream of you trimming
my hair on a wooden stool
in a kitchen that
lasts forever
i collect the fallen hair
and nest in your wrist holes

i lie. i truth.
keep me close. but not there.
far. but don't leave.
she can't be me.
can you?

the ivory leaves lead
in my lungs and
i cough out scantrons
fill in the dots to make
my winter wonderland
wonder when

i ask you to open my skull
and you kiss my ankle bone
with a rolling pin
i straighten the gray matter
and hold it in place with A's knitting needles
no straying thoughts

the cigarette towel smells
of your face and
the toast with the jesus crawls to the door
i quit searching for miracle men
and begin to count steps on my sternum
the map points to me
and i take the scalpel to the xiphoid process
breathe deep once four two gone

fingernails crusted acrylic
purple dirt painted faces
come back to me
fingers bend backwards
and loose the brush
where did it go

taking the bunny eared
antennae and cut the thigh to
the bone, stuffing the wound with
crumpled printed words.
i peel through the layers
to decide what should go on top;
what you should see;
what will you want in your skin.
i pray for your fingers licking
my uglies all the pain all the
past but are you even reaching?
how far are your bones stretching?
i wonder if i pull like the moon
or if you've carried in the right half
of gray matter to make it seem.
be my tide and with
eyes that i cut wide see
me true and don't erode.

black coffee morning

i hope it wasn't all a dream

and the red seeps from swollen lids
that are giddy to be tired
leaking like a juice box
while bells are chiming
charming alarms
til ears are danced upon
by cleated voices angry
with their mothers
and Freud is smoking on your
uvula, swinging and swaying
etching your thoughts into
the tonsillitis
but the face creeps to content
lying in your blue gaze glow
screen and it's
the happiest exhaustion
observed