Tag Archives: hollywood
things I wrote during lunch this week
the hollywood sign
laughs at me as I speed, di-
sheveled, down Sunset
//
low-pile carpet burns
my knees when I’m down on them,
not that you would care.
//
the THREE of them they
hold me hostage with anti-
cipation and want.
//
I’m still embarrassed,
that thing I said to you that
you don’t remember.
//
you touched me in those
dark sweet places but it was
just a midnight dream.
//
the thing on my desk
it says GRIEVANCE in all caps;
I think about sex.
//
give me three minutes
and 17 syllables
I’ll tell you what’s what.