Tuesday, November 12, 2019

Half Heart

She knew I was leaving,










and I hated it,
I hated that I was,
in any way,
a disappointment.





hated it

Jitter Bugged

Something wasn’t right,
and I had said it before,
but my fingers were falling the wrong way,

the way that the house felt different,

all of it—

Sunday, November 10, 2019

Dark Sky

One less,


one more,

two more,














and you are still the one they like,
love even

Saturday, November 9, 2019

Charcoal Pillow

I like looking at things that were far away,
that are far away,
in the black sky,
with the breathy fog on my window,
and yours—

Friday, November 8, 2019

Thursday, November 7, 2019

The Flurry

Oh my,

even the explosion was flat,
even that went off without a sound,

and I only had eyes for the furry one saddled up by my side,
and that requires no words at all—

Wednesday, November 6, 2019

The Hood

Nose





















bleed,
so—


so—

Tuesday, November 5, 2019

Merry Derry

There was incessant laughing,
















and my mouth was this wide open,
from top to bottom,

and it made me funnier,
or less sad,
or less morbid,
or whatever the fuck,

and I kept my mouth wide open to make it seem like that fun ride,
with the wide lips,
and the mirrors,
and the sea mist,

and the way the world was supposed to end in Maine,

but I was funnier,
I was less sad,

I was not less morbid,

but whatever the fuck.

Blue Hand

It was a square,
no,
a loop,

regardless,
I needed to sit upright,
like we had exited the cemetery,
like the rain had stopped that day,

like the blue jay behind the clock door,
up,
and to the right,
upright—

Sunday, November 3, 2019

The Brightness of the Brownstone

Maybe if I smiled more,
yes, that was it,
is it,

Maybe if I do that more,
then I would see dragons,

not the angular,
ugly ones,

the plump,
green kind,

kind of like the crocodile on 88th,
no East 88th,

yes, him,
because everyone liked him,
and the way he stuck his face out the window,

and proudly gave us his profile,
before heading to the bath,

yes,
maybe then,
maybe if I smile like Lyle,

this would all be okay again,
I think so,
I think this is it,

yes,
surely so

Saturday, November 2, 2019

Rainy Day, Pt. I (again)

I did you a favor,
I did a favor,
for someone,
and I knew it would not have mattered,
and that the world would be the same without me,
without any of this,

and then I felt nothing,
and that felt good—

Friday, November 1, 2019

The Ticker. The Ticket.

I don’t have a heart,
not that kind,

none with a ledger,
a register,
you know,

you know.