I have come to teach you love / and the solitude that comes / with ultimate strength.

I want to perform for you, pretend to be good enough for you.

Stupidly, I’d packed a suitcase; fleece and Backgammon and lingerie

Brought ingredients to make Bruce’s favorite pecan pie

but at no point 

does God say 

to a golden calf

“eat lead bitch”

Listen: I promise you soft vowels forever
Hold fast to this butterfly mouth.

I carried Roman water
like a trickster god, for miles
underground

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?

At Cici’s, I was a God.

your sister tried
to drown 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

we forgive nothing
we forget nothing
we just ignore it
wasn’t that always
the problem?

So beautiful I say
About the moon on my app

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

waking up with
the desire to lay here
to look around the room
and notice things

What a relief. They brought the dregs up
from the lost and found, a little respite for us all.

Something about the auto workers strike –

Something abt how & why I was a cunt…

i make prices 
i blend into aisles 
i am a bottle of stool softener 

half-empty gel pens used to spawn spiked poems

i am built for harsh weather and dazzling violence

When a cherub grows up, he hates angels.

My friend asks if I believe in / gay marriage

If I have to die, I want to die for love

Mai Knicker