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anything is technically an “idea”.

.no . title .. here …

your
……. face
against the bruised air
between my quiet mind
and the raging
storm
…. panic
.. desire
…….. pain
and wishful logic
slowly … then …
more rapidly..
pursuing its decay
into the ground
where i …………………………….. wait
heavy in my heels
.

no shallow glass bowl required. / the plumeria.

find a shallow glass bowl
of any non color
with any power of translucency
place it on a contrasting surface
merely for preparation

this shallow glass bowl
could comfortably accommodate
3 apples
a pear
and an apricot
this shallow glass bowl
should persuade the fruits to mingle
yet permit them room enough to ripen

however

rather than placing
3 apples
a pear
and an apricot
into
this shallow glass bowl
repose
3 lemons
a rose
and a honeysuckle

rest
the shallow glass bowl
at a height that is level
with your solar plexus
hinge at the hips
making your spine and neck
somewhat awkward in extension
while holding your face in a hover above
the shallow glass bowl
keep your
eyes
lash distance from the harmless pungency of the sour
cheeks
displayed as if accepting affections from the perfume
chin
tucked as if too shy to reciprocate in front of the sugar

inhale
inhale inhale
inhale inhale inhale
as many times as your lungs
as much volume as your ribs
can welcome

or

find a reasonably priced plane ticket either business or economy class will do but most definitely a window seat no matter how many times you tend to pee in flight your layover in seoul gives you plenty of time to deplane and enjoy the award winning massage chair before boarding with your next reasonably priced plane ticket destination phnom penh or siem reap will do landing just a fraction later to fingerprints and sweltering darkness by tuktuk or illegitimate taxi ride to the center of your chosen city exit the vehicle anywhere at all preferably in walking distance to a shack with 25cent angkor beer and fish amok but first

just

stand

and

in slow motion
rotate your body
at the hips
1 minute
360 degrees
repeating clockwise and counter
merely to prevent dizziness
until you notice a tree
reminiscent of ancient royalty
commanding leaves offset by the most compassionate of branches
adorned with the white cream yellow flames of
5 pedaled stars

lift up on your toes
balance
delicately pull the flower towards your kiss
balance

inhale

just one time

your lungs and ribs will remember

forever

invitation lost

existing in halves
one foot in the sand
one boot in the snow
full
and
void

rarely a windless day
and so the sky celebrates
releasing a net of frozen confetti

invisible birds trill
yet even their complaints
sound of a pleasantly generic playlist

icy fists hide in pockets
ready for the
surprise!
dry eyes squint in anticipation

the tide fails over and over
to fracture the seasonal divide
of my
consciousness

nevertheless the party continues
guests overstay their welcome
mingling in my hair
and the hallows of my snood
an unexpected ease in the emptiness
of my
thank you for coming.

michelle

it was our privilege
to watch la bamba in the master bedroom
our preteen bellies full of linguine with canned clam sauce
prone posed and upside down
on the queen meant for three princesses
screech singing unknowingly incorrectly
lalalalalalabamba
lalalalalalabamba
at the top of our lungs hearts tonsils
gasping over the sudden and fatal coin tossed plane crash
the twenty one year old family cat observing us from the shag
we grip each others hands too tightly to feel any pain
in our fingers hearts preteen minds
no premonition
no present fear
that ten years later one of us would die
in a classically tragic car crash
just out of life’s turbulence
amidst the hope of
heads up

my mind mine

i am in every room
eclectic functions
grounded purpose
my
vulnerable brain
unruly mind
neglecting to preheat the oven
succumbing to the chorus that’s been following me for days
one by one
my
impotent blood
disobedient cells
failing to dream on my hands
yielding to the criss cross breeze and an adequate book
for a collection of moments
what
is
mine

decisions decisions

a somber run
but a fine speed
off to the side
lost in my breath’s greed

at quite some distance many paces behind
ding ding dingdingdingding ding
an utterly obnoxious interruption of mind
not in your way
not a soul to compete with
“BOOM BOOM BABY” tongue click
he shifts into fifth

THIS IS WHY WOMEN HATE MEN
this is why women don’t feel safe
this is why women try too hard and can’t try enough
THIS IS WHY WOMEN HATE MEN

i decide
when i’m objectified
your pent up and countless failed prowesses
doNOT
i decide
when i’m objectified
when i’m gussied in my favorite jeans giggling with the girls
i decide
when i’m objectified
your rapidly increasing intimacy issues
doNOT
i decide
when i’m objectified
when i’m lounging in my man’s vneck toasting with dry hops
i decide
when i’m objectified
your rapidly decreasing ejaculatory control
doNOT
i decide
when i’m objectified
when i FUCKING SAY SO

not when i run
not without eye contact
not if you’re a mojoless DICK

THIS IS WHY WOMEN HATE MEN
this is why women don’t feel nurtured
this is why women give up without believing in
THIS IS WHY WOMEN HATE MEN

i decide
when i’m objectified

PEACE

the white in the white

heading south
i see her approaching
by borrowed bicycle
white earbuds white capri pants
white breezy bob
pedaling to the rhythm section of her chin to teeth
to florescent gum
“good morning”
a smile
a little girl’s hopefulness
an old woman’s modest satisfaction of self
white teeth unabashed

i needed that
to run faster to run with a sure foot
a sure stride a sure breath
a soft moment
i. am. small.
world. feels. big.
therefore i must fit.
i do fit.
effortlessly
if the trying ceases to try so fucking much
entangled in a delayed reaction wishing to have returned all of her sentiments
wasted time spent eternally cocooned
wasted time spent internalizing
that smile

heart empty heart beating
body in motion tarrying emotion
mind empty mind beating
time has such conviction

heading north
i see her approaching
my foot stride breath offer this moment
she is delighted to find that my smile matches her own
eye contact
“good morning”
kindred little girls kindred old women
white teeth