Category Archives: Poetry & Short Prose

anne sexton

today at work a woman offered me free chicken

and I felt a sensation close to the reverberation

someone might experience if they heard a large sound through their leg

I am in bed now; this room is at fault for that

later you can fuck me in my town’s public garden

because, I know now: it’s fun to eat the bible

lack of control can control something quiet

clarifying neutrality to salesmen

I am looking back at myself and that self is looking back at its self

via my tangible self and the self that resides in my facebook profile picture

two of which are definitely equal selves and each of which serves a different purpose

my facebook profile picture self is a pixilated happy birthday banner which can be
sold at urban outfitters and has a disposition of reassurance

my tangible self drinks tang

in my room there is a conference badge hanging from a painting, books on writing,
messages from localized friends

all of these things have made me so average

yoko ono

paul rudd is at IHOP
explaining that his ex-girlfriend is ‘so goth-military’

while on a date with sarah jessica parker and his parents

sarah jessica parker is wearing a green bra
and you know what, I think I should be sarah jessica parker in this one

I’m taking hold of my boobs within the green bra,
keeping some pancakes between them

boobs can be useful like that

paul rudd’s parents buy me an extra pancake
they are nice about the boobs
and the pancakes, which they call ‘flapjacks’

LET’S PARTY TIL THE YARD SALES OPEN

people tell me all the time
                       you could work @ party city
people beg me @ least once a week
                       wash away my iniquity, cleanse me of my sin

 we have been talking for a long time abt nothing
you have said
                      LET ME IN! LET ME IN!
but you have not said it to me
      you have said it to yr own self

i want to neck you this instant
under that bridge i will neck you @ once
dry hump me
                      but gentle, while you
      sweat & chant
i am alone & i am thinking i am not alone


untitled

there is nothing to say
im here frowning, floating
biking, walking dogs
showering, you’ve been gone for a week
i am alone
clean in bed
always in bed
feeding shrimps out of my fried rice to the kitties
they beg
i beg
nothing happens
i ride my bike 10 miles
nothing happens
kinzie street bridge is beautiful at sunset
i sweat a lot
i swear a lot
i stopped making promises
there’s no point
i quit things then take them up again
i wash my sheets
everything is dull
none of my pants fit
fall is my favorite season but i feel nothing

untitled

clean clean clean clean
dont get rid of it
cats hit things
cats are hitters
this is the part where we start punching each other
so many bruises
what happened
it looks like i got beat up
dont invite him over again
im sorry
sorry
please talk to me
i feel old
i think i saw you as a 50 year old woman
you were hot
you were a hot milf
do i look like a milf now
yes
no i dont want to look like ive already had kids
i think i saw you as a baby
you were a hot baby
i think i saw colors for the first time
could you feel the colors
i dont know
is that a thing that happens
i dont know
look at the sky
i think i have to go to the bathroom
are those related

untitled

walked outside and sang to myself
“i dont recognize myself or my life anymoreeee”
thought
im not doing anything constructive
self hatred
all that shit
THAT SHIT
i drank a lot of juice
i ate healthy food then i ate unhealthy food
this is how it goes
i shower then i bike around and walk dogs then i sweat
give up on showering
spend money on dumb shit
make tea
drink half of it
forget about it
drink the rest later
think about substances
think about my acne
think about my dumb hair
think about social issues
think about the economy
apply for more jobs on craigslist
make a chaturbate account
text people
take pictures of my cat
watch snapchats from fashion week
change my profile picture on facebook then sit and watch the likes scroll by
like like like like like
lay on the couch
watch 10 min of a tv show then open another tab and watch 10 min of another show
think
what am i doing
eat more
lay in bed
everything smells weird

NAVIGATE ME

Today I went to watch the water and wondered why I made everything

               so complicated. Maybe I can come back as a boat

               lapping on sunlit water on the first Spring day, waiting to be told

where to go.

spawn ashberry

while i was hanging out w angie she told me i could tweet her idea for a tweet, which was, “the best bigge smalls lyric is ‘linens and things'”
i enjoy, while going somewhere w/ someone, stopping for a bit at their house/apt, & just kinda chillin, while they do random stuff
i’m feeling very “on the verge of influential”–drake right now
when allen ginsberg met ezra pound, pound said almost nothing, only opening his mouth to occasionally say “no” in response to ginsberg’s endless stream of questions
eva texted me abt how there are bombs armed with vomit and feces in a building in new orleans, this was after she texted me “the other night i realized how much i’m in love with you and probably always will be”
i heard “wish you were here” by pink floyd in jersey mike’s recently
i was taking pictures of myself and felt always unattractive, then made a yo mama/ralph nader joke on twitter
i applied for a job at a music store but didn’t get an interview because i wasn’t cool enough
i am not an immortal god

mixed nuts

i wish there was some way for me to change right now
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there’s a girl in the newest american pie movie who is at one point topless
i feel like there’s a fog that makes it impossible for me to understand
i felt scared abt having kids, what kind of world would i be bringing them into?
at the end of the movie abt clones who are only alive to be harvested by rich ppl who want to be immortal, they show an important person their art & think it might save them
but the person who is important is just an old woman & nothing will save them
it’s quite sad & happy when the guys bring them a bunch of garbage for xmas
now this crazy song is playing, an insane remix of barbie girl by aqua
you used to have to make an effort to distinguish yourself from the avalanche of promoted, commercial, consensus, pop music
you don’t have to make an effort anymore, you just pick and choose, it’s a buffet