Monday, May 30, 2011

3 poems

So much

I watch the plate of chicken legs
being brought inside and think
of all the fat i will have to rip off
to get through to any meat.
while i eat my fingers burn
and i barely get anything.
i am annoyed i tell my boyfriend.
i am still
hungry. so afterwards everyone
goes outside to smoke and i
stay inside and watch
the plate with everyone's discarded
bones on it and wonder
why they left so much meat
on there.



too wide

i painted my boyfriends face but it was not
perfect. it was too wide.
i painted both my feet, too.
i painted abstractly
i watch the face on the floor
and it does fill me
with some pleasure
despite the fact that it's
too wide.



it's nice to have your own room.
it's nice to not be able to hear
it's nice to be alone all the time
except for when you are not
alone. it's nice also to get to turn
on the TV and cook food when
you want to and workout and shower
and listen to voices tell you
different things and then
sitting with them all and giving
them equal weight. it's nice
to not have to hear.

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