On Being an Ideas Person

After a month of nearly falling off the bottom of the earth,
Ma placed me in my bed, where I woke imagining
feeling wide-eyed, refreshed, wondrous of where I was-
jumping off the bed, landing in flexible splat as impossible
as the dogs I used to try to draw were ugly.

I didn’t really know how dogs’ heads or human bodies worked,
but I wanted a Lisa Frank retriever and my butt to be in the air,Read More »

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Vice

You don’t know the grip of vice until it’s a noose around your heart.

Trust me- if it went around the neck,
I wouldn’t have made it this far.

…I’d have made it nowhere!
It crunches like the tiger’s jaws
that you never see-
you simply die!

Very few lightning bolts can get the sound right-Read More »

The Tag-Along

The thing about having your house burn down
in the 2K’s as a teenager
is you totally lack control. I
know; I can tell.

Because I’ve tried to find clothes
that were cute, clean, and matching,
and warm preferably,
in time to escape the fire
that’s interrupted my shower
with brisk November air.

Yes, the thing about having your house burn downRead More »

Same Old

He’s still got the same humour. He’s just lost his sense of it. He
tells the same jokes a fraction of the time.
He was divided from the light for so long
that it all seems heavy.
So much for his diaphragm to lift was that laugh.

He’s on the same trajectory, but he’s further along,
and every little stepRead More »