My body is a ballot initiative
My body is in committee.
My body is tabled for a later session.
My body is on the House floor.
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List of Things I Said To My First Tinder Date Since the Pandemic Started
I don’t want to just hook up, but, you know, I’m not looking for anything serious.
Life in Reverse
It would begin with a mortician
pulling us out of our coffins
and end with a doctor shoving us
feet first into our mother’s vaginas
Speaking of Birds
When she spoke
birds flew from her mouth
and flew around the room.
Dear God of Nonexistent Things
You are the god that rules over unicorns, fairies, my literary career, and luck after all. How can I not believe in you?
Dear God of Glitter.
Please rain down upon me in all of your sparkling majesty and glory, your brief, momentary flashes of the visible light spectrum, your shiny shining like sugar for my eyes. I pray you make everything fabulous…
Dear God of 1984 Monte Carlos
We spoke in tongues. No one taught us sacrament so we invented our own. We ask thee in the name of thy son to bless and sanctify this spit. This sweat.
Dear God of Thrift Stores.
Dear God of Thrift Stores. Holy Handmedown Lord of the Secondhand. I come to you impoverished and ironic to sink my fingers into your junkbins and sift through your innards. I come to you to make wholes out of incompletes, newandimprove a brokedownbeatup, to stitch together echoes. I seek you on red tag days when…
This is How Much I Love You
I want to tuck myself into clouds. Float over the terrain, fall all over you in thunderbursts, soak your clothes, ruin your hair. I am devastated at the sight of your umbrella. You still jump into every puddle. I want to bake myself into your favorite pastry. Present it to you. Watch you eagerly pick…
Break/fast.
I try to feed her my dreams.
Here is a melting blue guitar.
Here is an ocean in the shape of a house.
Here is a train made out of swingsets.
She devours them. Licks the plate clean.
But she wants more.
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