Friday, January 22, 2010

Song for Hot Water Bottle

My subsitute heart, quick
remedy for loneliness, I'll fill
your plastic womb with song
and water, remove my socks
and sneak back to bed, into
a nation freed from a world
ravaged by winter.

*I finished a poem from two years ago.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010


Over grub, he mentions for a fifth time how he only shops at Armani. He licks the thick sauce from his fingers to avoid any stains. That's when I notice H sliced parallelograms into his eyebrows. Yes, parallelograms! He spent three hours in a holding cell and now he's fronting as if he was in a high security prison!