ladyparts

720-Santa Monica

1.
On the bus I hold my helmet
It is offensive if you do not
set things down

You stand your guard

A seat opens

You keep reading because you cannot bear
the choice one seat over
another

we hold our breaths

2.
The weight of education
Even now
I am so very light
My thoughts
F l a k e
I sweat, I move

I am so much weaker than I ever –wanted
Brittle and sad
The ground-up s(n)ack
Seated in my mother’s car
Between the folds in the backseat

The smell of our old apartment
–7 AM light
How the fog in the morning held the night in the wind

3.
In West LA
I make bread
I make butter
I knead or I no-knead
I Forget what I have to say

No matter

Crab on the counter stuffed from the front
eyes wide open
forceful index and pointer
stuffin’ it real good with a piece of their mind

October 1, 2008 | 2 Comments

I’m so happy that you wrote this. It is beautiful.

Comment by Matthew — October 1, 2008 #
i want more of this. you are the pincher of the crab.

Comment by Alisha — October 1, 2008 #