four poems
Jaime Barash
Levi’s High
My moods as blue
as these lake hues
Ass still looks hot in this
double denim though,
so fuck yous
Swatting flies
On my thighs
in the desert
Amor
Bouchon
Steak
Levi’s High
My moods as blue
as these lake hues
Ass still looks hot in this
double denim though,
so fuck yous
Swatting flies
On my thighs
in the desert
Amor
Bouchon
Steak
That’s when she asked me if you were still part of our family.
I watched the Fassbinder film.. half in English, half in German..
still, there was so much salt
in so many wounds
life got stuck under the wheels and desire’s language smacked into cliché, death came as Chet Baker crooning love, almost blue
I had a dream where
I found a way to look at your
Instagram through one of those hilarious
Nebulas
Dreams
Afford, wrapped tightly with a regal
the movement of our bodies had rubbed the edges of my right knee completely raw.
I want you to see this as romantic
A unneutered preteen breeze / loiters around the trees / this morning.
I am no longer interested in the world and know that it is not interested in me.
We started off as strangers,
you and I.
And I’ll always wonder -
if there had been others
would I have picked you?
Your brothers were already gone
by the time I got there
so I paid for
Me sitting down before a cheesecake factory menu
and seeing only letters.
Me fucking without even a hair as much the enjoyment
I get from a waffle--
In my earliest memories, I am building tall towers out of indigo blue picture books
Because cigarettes are one thing,
but my baby won’t have me smelling of shame.
I did not raise my glass in toast to the passing of Gene Hackman.
The glass always refilling / and fracturing his life
"[Her Lesser Work] is a collection of mordant and formally inventive stories circling themes of, let’s say, desire and escape within repressive structures."
-Walker Caplan, Literary Hub