12.31.09
New Year’s Eve
Tonight I’ll be
Eating the herring,
Tying the knot
Under the blue moon,
Praying for a little luck.
Lorenzo, etc.
It’s like trying to convince yourself
You’re in love
When you know it’s way past over -
Visualizing fantasies, but feeling nothing,
You’re just repulsed, disgusted.
She’s become obsessed with living on the fringe
So much so
That’s she’s become swallowed up
By the center-
Where is her spirit, her isolation?
Where are her fat, fat fingers?
Where is her pretty wandering mind?
Where is her muse?
You remember, her muse,
So obsessed with living on the fringe
He became it-
Lived it
Breathed it
And when he talked, he sang it.
She used to be in love
And, God, it felt like nausea
When that love turned to jealousy.
12.16.09
California Dreamin’ Revisited
Cold Chicago day.
It is winter,
But they won’t tell you that
In Detroit, it’s been winter all along
But Chicago lies.
In Church, the priest ignores the Apocalypse
Though it has been read in every scripture,
Sung in every hymn.
There’s an 800 pound crucifix in the room
But the priest says everything’s just fine.
If I didn’t tell him
I could leave today
If I didn’t have to justify it
I could go away
And look up to seen an unbroken sky.
Why do we live in a world
Where the Huntress is condemned
And the rapist glorified?
Why must I tell him?
I could leave today.
10.26.09
Flowers
There were flowers
On the table where he messed up,
Bright, gerbera daisies
Even though it was winter
And everything was cold and gray.
It was always cold in Chicago,
Always.
If the sun ever kissed us
For more than a moment,
We’d shrivel up
Like flowers
And die.
10.07.09
Writing Opportunities Here!
Good news! I just got an internship as the editor-in-chief of an online women’s magazine! My magazine needs great, original content so I’m on the lookout for writers. If you’re writing for me, you get the freedom to choose your topic and to write as much (or as little – as long as you produce at least one article) as you’d like. If you have a passion for women’s issues and you love to write, I’d love to hear from you!
If interested, go here for more info!
09.27.09
Our Fat, Fat Fingers
That September.
Do you remember
Ben Folds Five and then
Just Ben,
Quiet feelings and
Coffee colored evenings?
Our fingers got fat
From playing piano,
Callused and fat
From music and writing.
Do you remember?
I could say nothing
And be something!
I’d whisper and ears
Would shift like a cat’s.
Do you remember?
Do you remember that September
Feeling the autumn chill
Creep over the lake and
Crawl between our fingers,
Our fat, fat callused fingers
That said everything so
Our mouths didn’t have to?
09.11.09
To Drown
Oh! To drown!
I imagine great ecstasy!
To hear the fish sing and
Do other fish things,
To take an elevator
To the bottom of the sea
And wait
For the water to fill my eyes and ears
Until all
Is blue
And quiet-
Oh! To drown!
I imagine sweet peace!
In a warm bath, in a hot bath
Letting thin water cover me
And fill my lungs
Removing the burden of
Each breath
And each
Heart
Beat-
Oh! To drown!
In a shallow glass
Sipping, lapping,
The full moon dips in and
Refracts into thousands of tentacles
Grabbing my lips!
Oh! To drown!
In the ecstasy and silence,
In the bottom of the sea
And shallow glass!
The moon’s large eyes
Smile at me at last!
The night is not dark
But I am alone
And the waves on the shore
Are calling me home!
09.01.09
Restaurant Reviews
I’m contributing to a new blog about Chicago BYOB restaurants called “BYOB Baby!”. Check out my review of Mado here!
08.24.09
Autumn in August
The El train interrupts noise with noise
As I sit and eat unapproved food
From an unsolicited cafe,
Fresh blueberries, just picked
Sweet, tender, and not purchased here.
The cars float by my gaze
Like dead leaves in a wind tunnel
And I wonder how I will change
This year, when the seasons do.
