BODY INTO FLAME
the only reason i have ever capitalized letters in my poems is to make my work more submittable to literary publications. it's starting to make me hate myself a little. it's very grey but the lawn is green, because the grass is drinking the march rain instead of collapsing under february snow. although, it was 77 degrees out last friday. i sat in a hammock on a hill it was nice. anyway, it's grey. i never look at the air to see if it is raining i look at the ground and if the puddles move i'll know. what will the april showers bring this year, i hope it's candy. mayflowers bring pilgrims, was the end of that saying. because they taught us colonialism meant the birth of nations and not the end of peoples. will may flowers mean the end of my body? i hope so. and i hope there's candy in hell.
SWALLOW ME WHOLE
i’m out of oranges / drinking water out of a green bottle / i got up late today again / can’t stop smoking / can’t help myself / i’m going to the library / it’s snowing and it makes me feel purple / someone fixed the front door lock and / i have no idea who it was or when it happened but / i’m not scared of burglars now / i’m not alone in the house / i’m not hungry / i have problematic eating habits / it’s march but i still feel like january / and i always write poems in january / i ate all my oranges / peeled the skin back with my fingernails / which i cut too short this time / they don’t make the same noise on my guitar strings / i want to sing into a microphone / i’m not scared of how other people / make me feel / that’s a lie / but i’m no longer scared of their / bodies / or their / eyes / i’m not hungry