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Emily Kraus | Electric Cereal

Author: Emily Kraus

Emily is a student at the University of Connecticut.

I Bought a Skateboard to Smoke One Cigarette On

I pray for nothing too
visible, too ugly, something
red-puckered and deep-looking.
Waiting for father sleep I was

Young-thinking of the perfect place—
Ment for a shark-bite scar
I could funeral-show—

Death, then, by a different shark,
A bigger shark, of course;
I would get back in
The water, of course I,

Bobbing head with shark
Beneath would not tremble like
I do.

Do not think
Spring Break Shark Attack,
Do not airplane burning up
In Atlantic, somewhere
On a map-picture.

Do not bite too
Soft on my girlfriend’s neck
Like she wants
The fear like,
She wants
Nothing too visible.

All the bad things
Are the things I love
About shark attacks.

One of Every Eight Red Spider Feet Thinks Nasty Thoughts About Red Parent-Spider Feet

In a pinch-
With eyes always on
The hands, she’s checking me
For marks of the ‘real world’,
me saying,

I know I haven’t changed
These pieces since August
But don’t
Tell me I’m being lazy with it,
It just—
I know—

Don’t let her take you
To the hospital,
To the hurting with her watching
Too, catching the movie on
The couch tonight, right?

It’s the bulb-off-heat-still-
There underneath pulling of skin
When long nails are pressed
Against itch-full night bodies.

She’s been seventy hours a week-
Ing it and we can only say
Good morning and we can
Say goodnight, but is it
Not what matters that I sleep
In bed with you every night
And your puppy, on my stomach,
Four in the morning kicking, like
I am carrying our child and
I do not
Leave, I do
Not sleep in bed with her.

You carry a child, you
Take time to scrape burnt egg,
Or rice, ignored, spatula against a pan,
Four times a day, feeding
Mouths and empty washers.
I don’t even have
To pay for this family, and free
Family usually means free fighting,
I’m just.

I Wanna Eat Cheetos Right Before The Dentist And Tell You I Havent Flossed In Five Years To Feel How Honest It Feels, Feel How Soft My Teeth Are, See, They Will Melt In Your Hands And Under Your Instruments Like Pillows Or Butter, Rat Sized Pillows Made Of Butter At Cheap Restaurants And Diners

i want you to keep breaking my heart
please no dont stop it dont end being mad as a joke
just because there are things wrong dont you leave dont you stop sitting here with me not talking and ignoring each other mad please dont stop
i will let you keep breaking my heart but you are the idea and i am the idea nothing real will end up not in a parking lot
i have a best friend who makes fun of me loves me says i get bored with people fucks me loves me still loves me too much he loves me but he is too respectful and masochistic to care and he love it i never get bored of him because in this i am always right and when i am not it is funny right in my world that he knows and lets me have it lets me have everything i want everything i will do nothing for it
i will do nothing for everything i will escalate this i will not back down from my bed from how dare you
when i get too drunk i will get mad and hard mean and i could be so much more better or mean but i dont so i stop talking to you and you are supposed to fill this and your blushing spluttering is not enough
you need to be more you need to be more and fill this you need to be more and fill this
and me