STILL LIKE THIS


how vagina parts bread under a quick knife

slips, gives

a way

of cleaving soft



i wasnt going to

sex this.

there are small petals in my head,

waving



toward something,

his silhouette is a general

of sorts a very old one

with very first spectacles, hippie maybe.



others sleep whitely but my scalp

itches and i peed:

we make different hours

and sounds



i did the place

for you and closed

it, after a while.

you guessed



and slept.



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WALKING

a grey

intensity to words not

said. pants pushed

back, perpendicular sand.

wont care how fat our thighs look.

veins have a color, on legs, a

disappointing reality. reminds me what

i havent been doing like a buzzing;

i might be bad is the base

thought:

too many things dont want to say

stack;

piles of things that aren’t art. or



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THOSE CARBON FINGERS

a parasitic rubbing occurs
nobody starts it (you did)
lots, i'd say infinite
little scraped nubs with
raw red tops.
clearly leaking.

hopes her head
ache is gone- she doesnt
say that but thought of
it, wasnt sorry the last
conversation ended after
all; copious copious
quiet
time

dont tell
about yourself
now, not just now,
the bananas soggy and wet
spotted. id like to see you eat that
one there-
asked what i was thinking of
but i dont

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NICE GIRL ESSAYS

asked to think
&if that thought happens i.
yanking

chain linked
to some animal called
i never expect that, slobbering,
focus.

torso, skull trail
the neck which bowed
violently leads
viscous paths behind,
thrashing
sweat

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HAPPINESS, THE MOVIE AND THE SEXY PARTS



my frumpy calm of sameness,

makes a pattern that would

sway sitting on the blue line,

watching a window.

the window itself not the scenery

knows i never go to work, never anywhere.



an emotion gently booming like

warm fingers places me

with happy thickness/like an abrupt coat,

the silliest most serious coat & :

theres no action.

i cant squeeze, preserve in a handy baggy

mounds and mounds of industrial waste lots peering in,

but just sit and to rub my palm

always taking it off knowing i want it

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SOFT AND CRAFTY

gauche silhouettes smoke fingers

one is the monster (maybe)



gritty plumes of black puff

they made in the grass and

spilled, i was



my lesser corners folded



in, then

arch our backs in public, who saw

stomach. breasts



blouses open, a mouth

gummy body and bone organs with

sliver teeth, i’ll eat you



up i love you so, ha

i said

i wanted this to be the space



in which i went

i want to be the one who didnt

pause.



(pause)

we are dyeing the pool grey

desultory

wire strung
across my finger
tips pasted with
thick cheesecloth that my
fists might
be webbed to wade through
your emotional mire
i make
a poor amphibian.
i havent gills.
my tongue is short.
i cannot swim.
i choke
i starve
i nearly drown
but i stay
try and float
optimistic
i have told you
i will
evolve for you
i can be
faster than darwin


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cutters


cheek to the concrete
knuckles in the asphalt
knees with the pavement
and
there is nothing beyond
grit beneath skin.
physiology.
the nonpsychology
of pain.
underestimated
as a release. an ab
dication of control
a stifling asexual orgasm
the sadists
and their masochists
i cannot stomach
but understand.
the nerves:
an undervalued distraction
from the monotony of
emotional absenteeism i like
to call my life.
blood could be heroin.
munchausen syndrome:
a way to get through the day.

anythings better
than television
than sitcoms

push me again


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die Itzak Perlman

some
one is playing a violin some
where nearby
over a stone fence
through a steel screen
i can hear them like
a radio but not at all inauthentic oh the
strings have been replaced with a pair of larynx strain
ed some
one is angry and vocal is it
the violinist?
her neighbor?
is it your house
that pales the music
on afternoons.

please father
please stop
you are ruining
the concert

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obesity


evolve
with who i am
dodge
my swelling limbs
spreading larger:
am i growth?
a paunchy midget?
patriotic
can we capitalize
off my weight -you
did like being the strong one-
too much
has happened
has shifted
for the change to be unregistered.
i know intricacy intimidates.
and i feel complex.
did i get
too much for you
have i imposed
do you
(might you learn to)
like fat girls?

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people we know


there is a paleness to what you say
i hear you and it sounds
like white paper stacks your

voice: vacant lines
sheets of it
verb after verb dissipates

from your lips it is
an awesome power you have to
efface language

being
the compulsive writer that i am
i want to fill you scribble

thoughts into your sentences
in a hackneyed cursive scrawl
graffiti across your tongue so

that my attention might
have someplace to affix it
self when your teeth are

parted i might make
a great mural of your clean
cardstock do

you suppose your
conversation is very absorbent will
the paint take or

more economically shall
i slice your gums wide and
take a brush to the fluid of you

parts of me think you deserve
it the black fragments that are sar
donic and morose they mock

the portions of me that want
to whisper to you how absent
you are of anything it

is like a slip showing your
vacancy is visible. the humane
compromise would be to

suture the mandible
next
time i see you i will

dream of seamstresses

vousnecompre
spas:


take a snap
shot of your life-
as-good if it ever
comes to that and place
itin your pocket or wallet
for reference purposes. scrut
inize longand often that
photo model your current
living after said photo you
were happy then -remem
ber- copy it paste and
imitate you believe you
can recreate that
past you can make
it just as good but
i am sorry sir your
picture will fray and
fade and fall
apart and so busy mimic
ing you have been you
did not think to
take other
pictures. &dont
believe every
thing I tell you.

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Sincerely, Eve and bettyfriedan


Ironic
you'd think it. That
we built
your 'glass ceiling'
your synthetic materials
for which you claim
paternity.
-Business mergers 3piece
suits sweaty
porn.
we ate your
way
out. Of
leafy pale
asses and sheep
w/lioness. Mul
ish ignorance.

Irate,
you must have
been conscious of
your initiative def
iciency. -Cocky
self importance- to
martyr
us
your housewife. Bask

in your semented
dominion then. for
now. -DO DO
we bided
a prexistence
ENTIRE
of jesus bull
shit to sell
your groping mind
on apples.

Do not suppose
us settled
satiated or
placidthe spec
tator as you
balance the
power it is a
triangular toy we
have thrown the boom
er
ang will still
with us.
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HE MYSELF AND I

My breast are
too large I find
them cumbersome this
boy that touch
es them says 'no
men will like
your tits' but I
do not think this
comforting they still
feel overheavy but the
man seems to imply
that should be
enough ? I wear
a bra tight that
flattens them, pushes
to the sides but the
man finds this unnatural
says they should be
encouraged up&
together I
wonder see I ask
Natural accord
ing to whom-
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Mod& the elders:

An older man wearing
red across
the street at an I
HOP leans like
an illbuilt house on
the restaurant's
rail: shifting and angular. I
study him w/ mild
interest; he is
a crumpled newspaper comic,
serving to amuse w/
texture& not so
subtle humor, I then
muse on clipped
heavy phrases or
warnings incanted
by those formerely youth
ful(nowold) to me in my
adolescence: "do not
stare; Respect your
elders" etc. etc.Drums
beaten deafening, yes
perhaps, but hollow. I
have found their presence in
my actions absent. With
this lack of a finite
consequence, a 'something
undesired', to be be
gat from
these reprehensible be
haviors o'mine. The
man notes my observance.
Penetrates divided
mouthparts with whitened
tongue protruding,
passing swollen &
grizzled like a
penis along his
upper bulging
crack of lip. Then a
creasing grin & a St.
Nickish wink which
alone might have been quite paternal&
genial. I do
not look away (un
intimidated) as was
the intent. I
inhale steep
from thiscigarette&
snicker-at-not-with my
whitemaleelder:
unabashed.
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More

women are not
objects wo
men are more
than their bodies
tits
nipples asses &
spread thighs wo
men are more than
their weight more
than their fuck
ing potential on
a scale from one
to ten. alright yes
politically correct po
litical figures you are
correct you say such
the right things I will
not heed the TV or
magazines radio or
men that is not right
no that is not our
world it is dis
torted I will be
healthy yes yes no
that is for the super
ficial but how I just
wonder while steeped
in the maturity of
our modern
day how did
porn survive. be
cause no that is
not how people
think no
no sir I am
not
affected. yes
hookers are always
wrong rich business
men: never-

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Expect

I adjust to heat like anything I
adjust to boys there is
nothing to be done about either the
drastic would upset
relations 'you cannot move
to Antarctica you cannot cast
off male? -Because you see
girl we know you we birthed
you we love you cannot leave
us to disappoint. Ment. Miss
ery.' -Acquanited with- means
-obligations towards- you see The
hot is an expected
season for us
all. The boy a supposed
counterpart.

K.d. Kline