canal quickie

swans land, invade
the smoke from this cigarette joins
cloud upon cloud jostling by
and soft piano chords remind me of you.
in this
mixed up
muggled up
messed up world
why don't you call me what we both know i am?

daddy's girl

I still remember
those creaky wooden floors--
uneven, unwashed, underneath me,
and how even they absorbed the smell of paint,
so I can remember
what it sounds and smells like
to be a tomboy in your classroom.
Some of the t-shirts you wore in old photos still
sitinyourcloset [who am i kidding] getwornontheweekends.
I think when I get home
I'm gonna steal one
and never leave home without it.

WITH THAT MOON LANGUAGE

Admit something:

Everyone you see, you say to them, 

"Love me."

Of course you do not do this out loud;

Otherwise,

Someone would call the cops.

Still though, think about this,

This great pull in us

To connect.

Why not become the one

Who lives with a full moon in each eye

That is always saying,

With that sweet moon

Language,

What every other eye in this world

Is dying to

 Hear.

-Hafiz

the facts.

"Who knows how to make love stay? 
Tell love you are going to the Junior's Deli on Flatbush Avenue in Brooklyn to pick up a cheesecake, and if love stays, it can have half. 

It will stay. 

Tell love you want a momento of it and obtain a lock of its hair. Burn the hair in a dime-store incense burner with yin/yang symbols on three sides. Face southwest. Talk fast over the burning hair in a convincingly exotic language. Remove the ashes of the burnt hair and use them to paint a mustache on your face. Find love. Tell it you are someone new. 

It will stay. 

Wake love up in the middle of the night. Tell it the world is on fire. Dash to the bedroom window and pee out of it. Casually return to bed and assure love that everything is going to be all right. Fall asleep. 

Love will be there in the morning."

-Still Life With Woodpecker

it turns out
my exes
have great blogs,
blogs i would read.

it turns out
we still laugh at the same jokes
and have had the same ideas
for halloween costumes.

it turns out
there are pictures of me:
one accidental,
one i really love.

it turns out
i don't think i can finish this poem
there's too much
i can't figure out about

haiku of the day

i know i'm stupid,
but so are you-- i can feel
you love me right back.