Allow yourself to be bored Brush your teeth while they’re on the floor Infertile like a flower My higher power Acrimony is not something I’d like to be familiar with
Let’s get faded in our raincoats Consider myself blessed, To be rolling around in the dirt, this mess Is contagious, I am contagious Don’t go down with me I can see how your eyes roll As they’re crawling closer to me
My dandelion, my little candied nectar Impatient with my relapse Looking for the right hands Your little typewriter bat wings
A man walking home carrying Trader Joe’s bags They sell the most beautiful flowers (I could photograph them for hours) I came outside to smoke, but I’ll just sit in the sunshine These days I have a final answer, and then another Save it in a drawer for when the moment comes up Forget it soon after because the violence in your eyes sustains me Like the ocean is breathing and I have mid 16th century gills I find more things stunning about myself than I have ever before felt I’m in love with the hazel of the night Amber and baby blue lights Dinner of frostbite
I used to be so full of words What happened to me? I wake up early and all I want to do is to go to sleep Then my cat shows me her claws & I grab her toy string We spend the rest of the morning doing ballroom dances around the living room Like little kids On amphetamines Laughing until the walls collapse I drive myself to the coffee shop Watch a young child open the door for his mother
And it settles in that this life is on purpose My bad habits shouldn’t make me nervous
They should make me find myself more stunning than I have ever before felt Fabric stitched together Needles in pockets Dust in my lungs because my oxygen reserves are just fine
I came outside to smoke, but I’ll just sit in the sunshine Baskets of florals Life full of purpose
Tomorrow is Thursday and I’ll wake up early To play with my cat in the living room
I thought about how you didn’t say Merry Christmas Even though it’s my most favourite of holidays I thought of all the rainy dates The sombre, cold Saturdays Square cross-sections of apple-green pyroxene Hand over my mouth while I scream The antagonism of adenosine by caffeine The nights of unconditional pain Nothing to lose, nothing to gain I thought of you as my John Wayne Only my devotion remained the same
Daffodils paint your iridescent smile I always try to get you to stay for a longer while I’m not who you’re looking for, but I’m trying The roses I buy myself are perpetually dying If you bought them for me, they’d stay alive They’d put their hands on my shoulders when they’d come on by I’d never have to come up with a reason why When you’re faithful and in love There’s no reason to lie
I nailed death decrepit, got it in centuries-old buildings You throw away all the invitations to friends’ weddings I’d love to meet your family I’d love to meet your friends I’d love to meet anybody that admires the time you spend Fixing up daisies Mowing the lawn You softened my view of right and wrong You made me too vague to quite belong
Falling out of love with someone you’ve loved for so long Sounds an awful lot like an unfamiliar song
But I’m learning the chords Your vinyl collection, of course You want me to play housewife and do all your chores But with my pale blonde hair you still manage to get bored The hollowness in my eyes has become an eyesore So when I look directly at you, you just choose to ignore And I wait at the docks, my knees up to the shore If I asked you for freedom, you couldn’t give me any more Spoke to me like a virgin Told the world I was a whore
I could leave tomorrow You wouldn’t say goodbye It was my absolute most favourite holiday And you must have forgotten that brilliant thing you had to say My friends keep saying this time I need to stay away No more watering the garden No more child-like play Find me reminiscing in your spot in the doorway Nostalgia too much to bear Your petit-mal seizure stare I’m not quite there But I’m almost halfway
I molded you into a diamond You decayed that way Now you’re so lost in thought that you’re digging your own grave I’m upset my soft face can’t bring you back Been trying to determine what it is I lack It’s so sad to see you so worn out like that My words are so useless, coated in coal-black You’re so sober when you drink your cognac I keep thinking of this one hazy flashback
It’s you and me on the balcony But this time you’re in love with me
I’m not who you’re looking for, but I’m trying The roses I buy myself are perpetually dying If you bought them for me, they’d stay alive They’d put their hands on my shoulders when they’d come on by I’d never have to come up with a reason why When you’re faithful and in love There’s no reason to lie
You only see black & white but I’m lilac You only see in me all the things I lack A heroin dream that begins and ends with black
I know I said forever, but I’m not coming back I know I said forever, but I’m not coming back
It’s you and me on the balcony But this time you’re in love with me I know I said forever, but I’m not coming back But this time you’re in love with me
Poem: Happiness collected in a vial (Crying in the laboratory like a confused child)
I didn’t mean to make you cry Kiss your fights goodbye You asked why I was leaving, I gave you six reasons why I had so many more You slammed my front door You thought you were entitled, thought you had me by du jour I was addicted to the waves but began to feel so unsure
Stoicism is hard to connect with You don’t have to figure it tomorrow It’s about me becoming more secure, so I can choose a more secure man Some look out for themselves like it’s their only chain of command And others are more romantic They’ll be there waiting for you at midnight when your plane lands They won’t walk all over the ground on which your thin legs stand They’ll open doors for you and make evening plans They’ll play with you, and make castles out of the sand It doesn’t have to be only pain for me to withstand I think that’s what makes life so promising and grand
Life can be golden Real hopes unfolded I’m flowing, soft; I’m fluid molten You see me running, you scream for me to stop I’m a real class act, I’m awaiting your applause I feel I’m being evaluated like I’m on the job I’m sensitive, I think you forgot Less capable of dealing with emotions than fractures or blood clots I recognize this shade of red You’re forever in my thoughts
It doesn’t have to be hard Don’t believe all the others They only know the love that was given to their mothers And if we’re going to live together, we better try to understand each other I’m patient and caring, especially to my lover He’s the luckiest boy I like them more when they’re rougher In private, they’re soft around you and with raindrops they smother But it feels like God knows you can be much tougher And it feels like God knows your mind needs to rest And it feels like God knows you deserve only the best The last disaster you went through was nothing but a test
Good looks come in handy, notably being best-dressed It’s how you compose yourself when you’re at your most stressed You say I’m superficial Please, I’m from the Midwest I don’t respect positions where people leave themselves unexpressed I seduce the chaos, I disquiet unrest To engage in behavior simply out of self-interest You have to be okay with crashing parties as an unwelcome guest We’ll have the most fun Chardonnay with the sun We felt so late in our lives, but the times have just begun I’ll tell you a secret You’ll be the only recipient Put down your drink and make me feel like someone
Before I dissolve into bitter obsolescence I ask myself How do I feel in your presence? The good has to far outweigh the bad I take all of my differently-shaped pills I still remain sad It’s crawling out of the pit, that turns you mad When the ground hardens, it punctures your back And every new sting feels just like an attack For you, I’d give anything at the drop of a hat But if you want me like this, well then I’ll turn out like that Thursdays I read the news, next to my Siamese cat My five-thousand Kelvin lightbulb – my daylight habitat Something cute and clever written on the welcome mat Floating in the Dead Sea with the carnivorous bats
I count all my blessings, but I’m never exact If I could capture life, all the joy, I’d extract I’d collect it in vials Practice careful self-denial Clear my parameters of all the mesophiles You know what used to kill me, the sound of the dial
I’m starting fresh I hold my breath Decide to trust nobody with the data I obtain Draw circles with fine-point pens Contemplate what there is to gain Am I really bored enough to self-inflict pain? (I think if God was here he’d tell me I was going insane)
I don’t do it, but I strongly consider Calling your contact, hearing the telephone dial Listening to it ring for what’s taking a while Letting disappointment take over my smile Crying in the laboratory like a confused child
Drinking my tinted-pink, happiness-filled vial And not even caring about what neurotransmitters I mess up Because I’m just trying to get over what remains of you I’m a girl in a lab coat with a career I love But it’s three in the morning I know nothing else to do
I no longer have you I know nothing else to do I spit out my sample With these coping mechanisms, I’m through
I clean up the chaos I open my eyes I do what I do best, I stand back and analyze But I can’t stop thinking about you gripping my thighs Except enough time has passed that I don’t get the butterflies I realize you were my absolute favourite thing to idolize The dismissive things you said, I made sure to memorize If I was to rely on you, I would quickly recognize
Swallowing a vial of joy wouldn’t contain memories of you All my good times in life, you had nothing with to do It was me that was there Not you
When I was truly happy It was me that was there Not you
And no matter how much time passes, I’ll remain grateful that we’re through When I was truly happy, It was me that was there
Anxious-avoidant attachment A comatose, ever-encompassing detachment This girl is officially a has-been A messy state of internal affairs When nobody in the world but you compares When I wanted what was mine, but you said you were theirs All the times you didn’t show up, I knew you were there Saturday evening, I’ve never been so scared
I’m moving like waves in the sea And all the world is crashing directly into me Strangers tell me they love my poetry It’s not as rosy as I sometimes make it out to be
The airfare is wavering thin You’re crawling all over my skin I try dancing, but my headache won’t let me spin I try drinking, I keep ordering lime & gin One love goes to sleep, another begins No, not for me He was my only prince I don’t want anyone to see me like this I don’t want your love if I have to convince You want to get married, you better put it in print But I found her belongings, trust me, I got the hint I’ve been searching for you in everyone else ever since
Out of all the people to know, you can depend on me the most I accept all the virus, I’m even pleased to be its host I am the amphetamine Queen, born and raised on the West Coast I spell out “I love you” on your cinnamon toast You look up at me You’re too blind to see The emptiness that has overtaken every part of me A bottom-feeder A failed transplant Organ harvesting on Michigan Avenue & Grant It hurts like hell I will prevail My visage is pale My words are sharp, but they soon go stale They mean so little I’m not really interested in anyone noncommittal My hands always shake, my frame is so brittle I looked so pretty in the blue gown at the hospital
I’m scared history will repeat itself I have your shot glass on my grey bookshelf The glass breaks over and over again The hollowness of it is really my only friend If this is the end, I want a boyfriend To bury me with the roses just so I can pretend
That I’m happy here No longer ruled by fear And eventually I’ll disintegrate, fade to black, and disappear Don’t come visit me Don’t bother telling me
That your love was feigned for my sobriety
I’ll tell the truth, I lied I drank every night I kept mint juleps & lemon drops right by my bedside Pink bubblegum My favourite sparkling gun You can’t be alone if you’re bathed by the sun Some people watch films, I make them in my head Every morning is a fresh start, so I always make the bed All the texts you sent me, I left unread When you said you couldn’t do it, I know what you meant You won’t be invited to the day I wed You’ll likely be drinking again, trapped in your mind instead You got what you wanted, you don’t have to confess Recovery is a palace but for you, it’s a stretch
I used to wake up vacant Now I’m filled with love I’m devoted and gentle like a little, white dove I want to drain somebody with the dust dreams are made of I want the kind of warmth you said I was unworthy of I know now that you were wrong I wrote you the sweetest song
And I sing it to my dog so that she can fall asleep And I sing it to my dog so that she can fall asleep And I sing it to my dog so that she can fall asleep And I sing it to my dog so that she can fall asleep And I sing it to my dog so that she can fall asleep And I sing it to my dog so that she can fall asleep And I sing it to my dog so that she can fall asleep And I sing it to my dog so that she can fall asleep
I give it to her because her love, I can keep I give it to her because her love, I can keep
In my darkest times, there was no you and me I’d rather be alone if that’s the way things will be
I watch you when you’re bad I take careful notes I set them on fire and summon gentle ghosts They won’t scare you or hurt you the most Nothing like true love taken away, not even close
I’m sixteen in a few days, I’m trapped in this body I want you to mimic a system like monoclonal antibodies Feed the hunger Burn the rage Set flames to whom I accused you of being Prove me wrong Come as a surprise I’m finding I don’t make the impression that I imply Sunsets after jazz concerts on the lawn I try to find stingrays in the ocean when I swim I think if this life is a fight, then I’ll most likely win But they’re doing a good job of telling God that I sinned
Like fever dreams Like soft doeskin That came from a being you shouldn’t have touched I wonder at what point will it all be enough Blew smoke in his face, he tried calling my bluff I wake up strong, but I wouldn’t say I’m tough My wrists are so small the cops use child handcuffs I wish I was making all this stuff up
To live a romantic life is to surrender to passion With the weather today, I would say it’s not in fashion Love for me will never be everlasting
I want it to be I desperately hope But we always lose the ones we love the most They hit your bare knees, the cascading blue waves Make you stay up pacing around for days I don’t have the time, and I’ve lost my own place I was so far ahead I was almost there I thought I was close I was almost there I choked on my insides I was almost there I saw my femoral artery Blood soaked my white underwear
Like fever dreams Like soft doeskin That you’ll always regret purchasing because your ex-girlfriend was a vegan and the way she wears pink ribbons in her ash blonde hair makes you go wild You act like a child And I wouldn’t even say your advantage was mild Knock on my door Stay a while I’ll only be happy watching you char in the fire
I know the feeling I know the daze I know the brilliant, beautiful Autumn haze I know Fridays spent alone and solitary Sundays I’ll only respect you if you participate in the chase And God, I love it when you try to plead your case You lost the bet The cops know you You think you get me, but I don’t believe that’s true You’re only with her because there’s nothing else to do
Playing with marbles on the carpet, so they don’t roll too far away I don’t have the time I’ve lost my own place But I clean up nice and live my life with grace
You’re lucky I won’t let you see me face-to-face You won’t forget my brutality for several days It’s my milk white gentleness that you can’t replace I used to tell you I love you, but now I’ll rephrase
The kind of girl you wish you had for the holidays The kind of girl you wish you had for the holidays The kind of girl you wish you had for the holidays As vital to the body as acetylcholinesterase
It’s my resilient nature that will get me through this phase I used to tell you I love you, but now I’ll rephrase
