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You stand
on hardwoods in front
of a dirty
four pane window
with no curtains, head
tilted sideways
and up,
the faintest
hint of a smirk tugs
your mouth, bowed
and full bottom lip.
Eyes empty, you are somewhere
deep inside,
behind the creases
in the corners,
holding your life
steady
for someone
yet to come.
It’s really weird
when someone is trying
to manipulate you
but you can see
them doing
it like watching
through a window.
Piece by piece
it starts coming back
to you,
a winter coat here,
a printer there,
an alarm clock
someone didn’t need.
Pretty soon,
you may even have
your own place
to stay.
Does it all come
back someday?
And if it does
will it be
completely different
or frighteningly
the same?
It’s the tip
of hatred brushing my back,
fingernails dirty
with the film
of barroom floors,
(open mics
where no one cares
what you’re reading
if you have nice tits)
and the frantic loneliness
of masturbation.
It’s the frustrated whoosh
of a scream on my neck,
(her breath,
Reeser’s potato salad,
fried chicken
and cigarettes)
unheard, or barely
audible. The howl
of the dead to the living,
rustling a curtain
stirring a tree branch.
Outside, the sky
alternates, blue,
to grey, rain
to sun. The weather
undulates, pushing clouds,
lighting leaves
on fire. It’s cold
then warm, then cold
again.
He wraps his arm
around me, pulls his
massive coat across my
shoulders, and we
walk along
the river
beneath
the Hawthorne Bridge.
self affirmations
are like scratching
your own back.
Orb of sweetness!
You are a plethora
of non flavors,
each overpowering
the next.
Slyly, you infiltrate
the barrier of my lips,
nestling yourself snugly
in my cheek.
You linger-
protruding from
and distorting
my features.
Bulbous blob of nectar!
Your name suggests
I should not bite.
Still, I try,
only to find my teeth
an unworthy opponent for
your legendary strength.
I desist-
fearing you might prove
your name true.
You persist, filling
my mouth with
your syrupy sweetness,
which rolls down my throat,
as the trail of a slug,
both attracting and
repelling my
baffled taste buds.
Upon removal from
my mouth, I find
-oh wow!-
you have changed your color!
then plop-
you are returned
to your aqueous tomb.
Jawbreaker-
Chameleon of candy!
Peddler of the sugar rush!
You are truly
an all day sucker.
i am one chapter
in a writer’s life
and where i end
another begins.
it’s interesting
how life
can be summarized
in bookmarks
deleted
from the computer.
and tomorrow
again
and the next day
again
and
again
and
again
and again
and
again
and again
and again and again
and again
and again
andagain
until i die.
