sometimes,
after a day of sex
i see myself in the mirror
and recognize the posture
of an animal going
extinct.

april was skinny and pale,
slowly dying of loss.
she wanted to be a lady with money
and she had some designs.

inhibition is the same as fate,
they are songs from cliffs.
they sound at night,
they sound alone,
they sound when one
is desperate, careless or free.

april was a prostitute.
she would come in
without knocking,
to call her mom from our phone.

in the bottom drawer of my childhood dresser
beneath some stuff wrapped in tissue paper
i found my yellow sony walkman;
an artifact like those dug up in farmer’s fields.

during high school i strung it up
on my headboard with elastic bands
and fell asleep listening
to albums like “psalm 69″ or “bleach”.

….

my parents are in the next room
getting ready for bed;
whispering about michael jackson specials
river rocks, shrubs and mango ice cream.

the case snaps together, music plays.
tonight i will stuff it under a pillow
and listen
to suppress sounds of lumbering movement

things exist, if only
in our minds,
for as long as our minds
can hold them.

a maintained path is easier to walk;
a pair of worn shoes is more comfortable.

analogies remind me of things i would rather be doing.

the kamasutra is like instructions for assembling a desk.

apples and oranges can be compared it just takes a bit of thought.

the colour blue confuses me. i don’t know if i like it for who i am or what i am.

a semi-colon, when placed well, makes a sentence more emotional.

eggs and cheese and bread; the sum of their parts.

i am not sure which came first but it doesn’t really matter.

i don’t mind that cherries have pits, it just seems fair.

during high school i always wore a purple acrylic sweater

now i wear a green wool one; not much changes.

we spent so much time drinking
and throwing knives at the wall

when i wake up on a couch
i expect you in the rocking chair.

we all went for sundaes
and milkshakes.
some of us thought
we would die drunk,
some thought
we would never
die at all.

after words
is only ever
just
that.
this is all I have ever known.

i compare my friends feet
with my own when they
wear flip-flops
or go around barefoot.

i can’t help but think
straight toes look
like they belong to apes
or other mammals
that can hang upside down.

but when i sit
i tuck my feet under my butt
or cover the crooked toes
of one foot
with the other.

when i sit in my bathing suit
at the edge of a pool
i suck in my belly,
run my hand over it
and then release it back
to its natural shape.

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