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  • Susceptibility

    when the temperature is low is it cold for everyone else I’m susceptible to dehydration ant bites fainting light-headedness allergies hypochondria sadness dry skin picking men who are not good for me good humor plump lips squinty eyes being ensnared height jokes ageism ticking you

  • Months Later, In Response

    I remember what you said about falling in love before I knew what was happening.   New loves without embodiment aside from my imagination.   The most fulfilling part of dreaming is before you wake up.   Let me sleep for a bit longer.

  • Games I Don’t Like to Play

    If I took you on confronted you with what I want would you want the same?   I’m in a maze and I’ve forgotten that if you trace your path along one side of the maze, you can find your way out. How do I remember? What wall is there to cling to?   Oh,…

  • Pay Later

    And just like that the wind shifts The future is futile I’m in the now now now Wanting what I can get Even if the supply is limited And the offer running out I’m ordering now Paying later

  • Unfinished: The Haikus

    Haiku Poems: On What I Won’t Experience with the New Him   fingers through your hair the feel of just-mown lawn grass sparks fly with my touch   so you want to go back Japan is lovely I hear no more me to see

  • Burned Nothings

      burned cookies     are nothing to burned fingers are nothing to burned egos are nothing to burned feelings are nothing to burned beings are nothing to you  

  • Self-injurious Behavior

    I knew there would be nothing between us, when you said I was easy to talk to, that you were comfortable telling things to me. Too close to the words he said, and I knew you were a different face, a different name, even a different man, but also, the same. He would tell me things…

  • Untitled

    Would I go back? Of course, I would to a time of physical discovery and comfort. I want that again and wanting is a sweet ache. I want to do what he won’t, a separate pain that prevents me from moving through viscous dreams to reality.   And anyway. If it were true, if it…

  • fuckball

    It’s like learning any other new behavior or cognition. It’s the same as learning relaxation techniques or to challenge cognitive distortions. Anyone will tell you, these things take time, you’ll have setbacks, the thing is to keep at it. Okay, fine. So it’s hard to it when shit goes down because I feel as though…

  • Erica

    IF HER NAME HAD BEEN ERICA *Poem written by poeticgrin If her name had been Erica, things would have worked out differently. In fifth grade the stylist would have given her a Hollywood hairdo rather than a too-short perm and JC would have noticed her then, and invited her to watch him play football. He…