An Emotional Poet

face still swollen from

ugly crying in the shower

moments before boarding

and the excess of alcohol

 

i consumed at the birthday

party of a man twelve years

my senior allowing him to provide

me with unfiltered sparkling

 

rose petals hibiscus fruit ripe

like salted, dehydrated

cheeks drenched by the

empty cup getting filled

 

unexpectedly in need a voice

on the other coast here i go

off to dinner with a friend i don’t

know i am an emotional

 

poet concerned with the glass

and it’s ever evolving requirements

desert well sun spring dark

light the vessel changes shape

 

i cry before the liquid has

a chance to collect. when we

sit across spaghetti will she

notice me?

 

ngl

i miss having a hot president

talking on tv all sultry like

 

stuff matters

 

blue coals

silver ash

flaming margin

 

light spun

 

sun

bombs

 

who cares

 

problems we can solve

circumstantial harmony

a man that looks just like me

cologne breeze thick

with self affliction

chanel purses dangle from chains

glinting

 

long trench coats substituting

for personality jaw-length

haircuts a gender neutral

commodity eyes backward

facing won’t stop

judging me colorful scarves

a soothing distraction if i

look close enough i can see

through the screen

 

i could fall in love at any moment

everyone is lined up

staring at me across

 

crawling

rats reborn

metal rails

multiplying

occupying

 

a man takes

a photo

 

good

 

flowers talk

 

as though they

don’t need

 

sun

 

when the metal

shrieks

 

they will

 

disappear

 

 

ideally, i would suffer fashionably

the mirror will keep

lying as long as the seer

flogs the glass until

 

shards fly puncturing

salty flesh made

by baguettes

 

whole crusty

bloodying throats

speaking

 

erased in favor of

not wanting for

water or

 

anything

inoffensive

my pants shrink

 

i cry

 

i cry

and

i want