Four poems from "KNOWING ME THE WANTING NEVER ENDS"
Bertie Brandes
The fantasies I’ve been having
Are so awful
The fantasies I’ve been having
Are so awful
but at no point
does God say
to a golden calf
“eat lead bitch”
I think I’ve lost the practiced falseness of what it means
to be impossibly young. The fingernail moon
hangs over the welt on my goosepimpled thigh. Where
does the world go when not inside me?
I LOVE FUNYUNS!
I’m bewildered.
Those onion-flavored,
puffed up rings always
the last offering of the
vending machine.
They are waiting on
my gentle tearing.
PepsiCo is more
I hadn’t notified Interview magazine abt it
I hadn’t tweeted abt it either
I wasn’t post alt lit
Or a genius
The Girl Who Loves to Clean
The girl had a messy childhood. It was littered with loud noises and tons of shouting. Sometimes these were happy sounds: the scream of excitement tumbling down the
The
Idol said
Taking risks is the most important
Thing an artist can do
i make prices
i blend into aisles
i am a bottle of stool softener
When a cherub grows up, he hates angels.
My friend asks if I believe in / gay marriage
Is this new relationship self-sabotage in disguise, or is it the cure?
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