fuck

you
don’t fuck it up
and don’t use fuck in your poem
or Culwell won’t display your poetry book
or maybe what needs to be said
is that if I could fuck it up any more than it already is
that would make me a gal with talent
maybe I get tired of sweeping and mopping up
around all these fucking statues
completely immobile
smiling [...]

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she

she wanted more than anything in the world
to believe they would protect her
but gave up,
after one sorry attempt,
at giving them a chance to
she always told herself
she couldn’t tell anyone else
to get support, to be believed
was more than she deserved
when she’s the one who let it happen
she’s read all about herself
in everything from the pamphlets at [...]

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Angry

I woke up tangled in the cord. I could hear your voice, concerned on the line and I hoped you would say everything was okay, but you wouldn’t–not till I said it first and I couldn’t so I dropped you in the comforter and muffled your questions. Its only a delay, you forget so many [...]

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Snap

Darkly dreamt
memories drip–
staining now
Frustration fed,
Sanity starves.
Cold, ugly, distancing
cruel thoughts frozen
unexpressed
between soul and lips
Honesty?
Honestly?
decisively derisive towards
incomplete pictures
Weariness consumes willingness
Snap

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Never Enough-edited

I tried–
his voice
a ride, a walk, a write
before
running
giving up
Turning up the music to hurt my ears
and feed my need to fight
drinking tequila to burn my throat
and muddle my throbbing mind
its never enough
I can still feel it–
the ache of the world
in my chest

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Effete Fuck 2

Every word you’ve ever spoken to me
is a tattle-tale
or an assumption.
I wish you would never speak to me again
and save me the frustration
of listening to you
inaccurately interpret everything I say and do.
I hate the way you talk about him
when you don’t even know who he is.
I hate the way you try to use words to
sculpt [...]

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Pele

Man-made goddess of fire
burning with jealousy
erupting childishly
when confronted
with the name
of his ex-flame
feeling the fool
when he calmly replies
that he’s tired
and frustrated
unsure what to do
when I can’t turn down the heat
can’t stop wondering why,
when I am cold,
he wraps me up
in the blanket she made for him
and why
when we play chess
its with the hand painted Romans
she knew he [...]

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Frustrated

It’s these damn days
flying by
life is going on on
and we are doing this all wrong wrong
so far away
calling and writing
boxing our love
to be sent through
the hands of others,
Telephone wires
satellites
and binary codes
glue us together two birds of a feather
who’ve forgotten how we’re supposed to flock.
I want to feel your hot morning body
against mine
and put my frigid [...]

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I’m Sorry

Speaking in daggers I reap regret with every word.
Genuine feelings, magnified under the microscope [...]

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