You flipped my body like a stone
and underneath a nettle.
And underneath the worms.
the place we used to hide in is no longer a secret.
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non ho sonno.
I pass out on
a bedspread in Giallo red /
I wake up to the sound
of soft pornography on TV,
holding hands with you.
(unforgivable, if you’ve got your mother’s hands,
which I do)
Fun Fact About Me:
I’ve been every U.S. President’s double ever since 1977, which is weird, considering that I’m not even a very political person.
I guess I can call myself lucky because I fell in love the same day I started my job. Sweet Melissa, looking like a billion bucks. At first we had our difficulties because she was much taller than me and already knew the puns to all the jokes I told.
But now I truly love her.
Even though she’s always worried and wears too much perfume all the time. She won’t know the difference between perfume and eau de toilette, no matter how often I lecture her.
We’ve been in this terrible plane crash the other day. I remember that while the plane came down, she squeezed my hand very very tightly and pressed her head against my chest, hoping I could save her. I tried to calm her, whispering into her ear:
„Look, everything will be alright, boo. I look and behave exactly like the President, they won’t let that kind of thing happen to our country.“
And I remember that all the while, as the plane was crashing down into the riverbed, I just couldn’t stop thinking that I’ve never smelled anyone wearing that much perfume.
She didn’t make it out alive and I haven’t smelled that much perfume on anyone ever again.
I miss it sometimes. Especially when things start getting difficult.
I sometimes think that I’m the worst but I’m good at what I do and
I will fall in love again eventually.
a thing you said on the phone but don’t remember.
I’m a hot mess
dancing in refrigerator light
and
I can blow up in the colors
of your favorite sports team
if you let me.
Your hands strike a boulevard between this place and a place by the sea.
I owe you, she whispered, addressing Chicago.
now that it’s out there, there’s clearly more talking to do.
You said you’re not here to be saved again
when you moved your karate-life to San Francisco.
Vespucci.
I’m in your home.
I’ve been here before
I know this, I notice.
At the end of your room
there’s an armoire
it’s been there forever,
you just never really payed attention
b/c
it’s brown and battered
and this means history
and this means you’re not interested.
Inside I’ve carved a map for you
and left
chalk to trace it, spackle to erase it.
You should better get going.
X marks the spot where you find your golden gloves.
O marks the spot where you are crazed by the noise from above.
The line in between is where monsters are born,
meet me half way.
I’m always North.
Lethe.
Pick a hand: right.
This is my origami dreamboat
Fold the edges twice
And it will float for many miles
Until the night is over
Until this river falls.
Our shadows waltz
On walls and bruise
A seduction game we’re bound to lose.
Movements in gold as the doors are shut
A ghost of a smile as the sun comes up
Waters of Forgetfulness,
We down you in a gulp
Daybreak saved a plate for us
Red apples mashed to pulp.
Eyes closed with gold
A kingdom dressed in leather.
An exotic handshake.
And the promise of forever.
In love with all my stuff.
I’m the prince of many things and everything always happens in the wrong room of my palace.
come sit with us.
I put up a bench at the end of the field
So we can meet at the bench
And whisper things
We are afraid to say out loud.
Here is my mouth
There is yours.
We feed each other
Names and cures.
My body ends where
Yours begins.
Put my hand on your mouth
Put my mouth on your skin.
We walk
We walk
I keep repeating as I talk.
You nod politely.
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