UTI

August 11, 2009

Frustrating is sitting
at the doctor’s office,
having to piss
when nothing but air comes out and a slight trickle of blood-orange urine.
are you on your period or did you take a pain reliever
her english isn’t broken but her accent is
thick, like a down comforter in the middle of winter paired with a heat blanket.

Frustrating is seeing
the expression on the physicians face as he touches your body
exam handsing your torso chest and shoulders
when you flinch at the gloved touch on your layered clothing
do you want a female doctor referral
I’ll be fine but I’d like a female gyne.

Anxiety

August 10, 2009

It’s the eyes
staring in one direction.
Settle down.

trigger

August 9, 2009

The sound of a shot ran through her head like a sprinter with blood on his heels.
Splinters sang through the shards of brain and glass skull fragments that had burst into the star-lit morning.
a shower, sprawled across the pristine white, of blood still looked like arterial spray in motion. The ruby drops suspended in unrealistic time.
Everything slowed down.

tantric gravity

August 4, 2009

ill equinox- the moon motion throwing off balance,
the tides are extremely uneven.
Where are the sun flares? The guns haven’t gone off,
but the emissions were ignited.
The radar won’t hit the equator- everything is skewed.
Temperature tantrum.

temperature

July 23, 2009

And I was running fever dreams,
my forehead running high.
Greens and reds and voices and purples and drifting conversations.
smooth dry like driftwood, smother my skin.
apple juice

feathers and fetters

July 22, 2009

Launched, like a thousand stars
crystalline patterns shattered across the sky,
and my eyes see blood on the ground.

Shake the bottle, the water
becomes solid- such a
becoming
atmosphere.

Spherical shepherds,
their tantric testimony,
columns of sheep- the purest white.

Ire and vinegar.

May 26, 2009

My brain has felt like a desert oasis lately.
Alone, dry, useless.

A hopeful beacon in the dark, and upon arrival a distinguished disappointment.

Have you ever heard of adobo powder?
you coat that and olive oil on vegetables.
Peppers, zucchini, asparagus.
And then you grill them (but not to long, you noticed)-
they’ll get soggy (if you do.

So you coat the vegetables with the adobo and the olive oil and you grill them and then you sprinkle them with red wine vinegar- you don’t soak anything.

I’ll put them on the grill for a while with the adobo and the oil and make them soft and rest them for a little while in red wine and vinegar with some roasted garlic butter.

Disjointed barbecue

April 8, 2009

Practiced partitions, these familiar paper cuts
keep getting deeper into
my skin is so pale, it reminds me of summer when the moon will lay out on the
lake waters, skimming the pebbles and the grass on the shore, my grandmother
sitting, chairs are for.
Rare form, I sit here and detest these keys.

Correlated coronary heart attack
red meat, white sinew leaks from the sinking blood pressure,
vegetarians rejoice as the crashing
planes hit the water, skimmers.
skewers are layed out, splay open the heart.

new skin new cells new sinew new life new meat.

Duck

March 31, 2009

today I am nothing
but a duck.
a duck at sea
a duck at water
a duck at air.
two feathers and a simple notion.

collateral crash, core porceline thoughts
cracked polished shattered.
something to think about-
twice the thoughts baked into small dishes
vermicelli conversations- slightly strung across delicately minced words.
Embarrassment fills the glass like new wine poured from an oak bottle-
it just doesn’t make sense.

I don’t own my body
I own my thoughts.