Spring onions [ little but mighty ] dance around in a Friday evening pan & press their tangy scent through screened windows in Queen Village. Volvo-owning dads mirror-shine their autos with microfiber cloths & load hatchbacks with camping equipment. I walk through it all, like an open air museum. Grilled burgers & Turtle Wax, basil clippings from the windowContinue reading “COMFORT”
Category Archives: Pop culture poetry
THE CITY IS A BEEHIVE
The city is a spillt canister of legos stretching out & out etched by rivers large enough to accommodate boats impressive bridges. Disregard the concrete. Pay no mind to the curdling of liquids after it rains. Look up to the massive sky where stale sounds and stifled air find release. The city is a beehive that alarms us when we think: “Gosh, we made this with hands,Continue reading “THE CITY IS A BEEHIVE”
An actual definite someone
An accidental poem taken from the prose of Jonathan Franzen. This wasn’t the person he’d thought he was, or would have chosen to be if he’d been free to choose, but there was something comforting + liberating about being an actual definite someone, rather than a collection of contradictory potential someones.
Betty Draper
in the summers underwater, i grew little gills sometimes also, fins. my mother would urge me onto land for sandwiches, she would cock her head sideways on a beach, on a deck. “are you coming in?” I’d yell through a slur of wet lips. “maybe later” she’d say “come eat.” mother never grew gills likeContinue reading “Betty Draper”
THANK YOU BUT NO THANK YOU, MR. MALICK
His whisper provides a voice-over for my moments of pain, pity perplexion What does it mean what does any of it mean, collapse, surrender, scramble, make a mess of certainty
