All My Exes Hate Me
it’s a big gross world and
i don’t know what it wants from me
close my eyes
listen to lo-fi remixes of brazilian disco hits
beats hit like waves
and everything smells so salty
i am so damn salty
the sun set early tonight
and i almost forgot that it was fall
i broke my pinky toe by walking into his futon
the last thing he said to me was
“you’re never single for long”
it is so true and so tiring
bulldoze through massive mental roadblocks
until i think i’m on my street again
my broken toe has turned purple
and i like to show it off as a party favor
the boys love it
You Invited Me to a House Show But You Know I Can't Do This
I like to imagine that you live in a dirty little house filled with artists and gear and paint and
a chores list on the fridge that no one ever follows –
and that the living room is lit with thousands of Christmas tree lights.
You have never seen your couch in the natural sunlight
and honestly, you don’t want to.
I like to imagine that you have a small bedroom, mattress on the floor.
You pull me in and close the creaky wooden door and
the first thing I see is a pile of your dirty clothes and
the second thing is a broken canvas and
the third is you, taking off your glasses
and putting them on your dresser.
Your broken window blinds rattle in the wind. It is much too cold to have the windows open.
You say we’ll heat the room up soon enough.
He Died Listening to Lo-Fi Hip-Hop
broken helmet/shattered windshield
i am supposed to tell your story
at the drycleaner
and the pharmacy
to your mother
i did not ask
to carry your will
cracked plexiglas and
your folks wondering when you’ll come home
to help them make dinner
i cannot image how it feels to be crushed
within a steel cockpit
a crumpled machine hurtling among the stars
if i did i wouldn’t be writing this
i wouldn’t be sharing your tears
your memories/you’re turning
into to an episode of a show
that i’m starting to forget
twanging echo
please grip tight these words
because i don’t want to hold onto them anymore
why am i sharing his story
i should be avenging him
but now the photos fade into separating sepia tones
my album of memories is yellowing and drying
a crispy victim of malfunction