Club everybody

Witnessing 4 year olds'

Social bravery
And social deafness
Ought inspire me to stop

Waiting and ask

My work friend crush out
To coffee.

FRIENDSHIP

The day I flew back to Troy Roscoe the nice wolf bit Luke’s hand while I was in the sky. Last night I wrapped the gauze between Luke’s fingers in the ugly light of a brand new bathroom, timid but tight, tied it off with book binding twine. The good people want to talk. You aren’t a family but be loyal and insane anyhow because,  why not - why not be an ecosystem built on love and pain instead of contracts. Friendship. Elise finds me in the conservatory between the wet plants and the white plants. We are tired and walk around. Years of walking around, years of plush chairs, sweet drinks, comparisons, contrasts. Mack’s eyes never open all the way. Lowell rides the exercise bike in a Betty Boop shirt. And my parents, they’re my friends. We fight and we fight. We wish we knew each other perfectly, without having to try, without having to try to try. I wrap the gauze with disconnect so the open flesh doesn’t make me faint. Somewhere in Albany Roscoe is sulking around, tired and ashamed. But he’ll be back. He’ll find the bloody gauze in the trash and bring it out to show us, hoping we will play.

I'm having serious commitment phobia

u still up?
with the beloved art form?
See you then. with bells on.
it stays cold and i stay unable to navigate retail.

Sad!
Sip ON

Our walk was so special to me                that's
give you cuddles and mung beans           whet
                                                                 i hoped.
everything everyone said about god:
       seven letters ends in MAN
       almost pizza
       home?

Cognac

I'm going to sleep better if I ditch this,
the little potterer,
recycling with flesh,
up tubing the crumbs,
dreading the pivot of leaving leavings.
Always wanting everything at all times,
not wanting everything,
the generations collide,
the last couldn't up stream crumbs,
this one can,
the boomers couldn't waste,
whilst we clearly can and do,
but as to whether are we supposed to.
There is no law to waste,
so long as waste is arranged.

Library Patron 160390

I’m friends with a librarian.
She’s quirky and likes books
a little too much.

My friend M.
saw a guy on tinder
whose tindername was
Kapital

she swiped left
he never wrote back--
she didn't swipe far enough
to the left

hands and hair

"wear gloves when you wash dishes,"
mom always said,
"so your hands don't look like mine."

whenever i wash my hands without gloves
and run my fingers through my hair
it always feels more dry and brittle
unmanageable like the day they took senior pictures
and my appointment was at the end of the day
because I was cursed with a last name starting with W.

my hands were dry and shriveled from 44 minutes of ceramics class
and i ran my fingers through my once styled, now disastrous hair
knowing these final pictures of my high school self would be terrible
and they were
embarrassment forever sitting in a picture frame
in my parents' home.

my old hair is different now
but these hands still look like mine.

Siempre Haiku

Siempre tu eres
Mi luna, mi cielo, mi
Sol, Madre mia