Tag Archives: love
who knows haiku
sometimes I think I
did love you
sometimes I think I
just loved myself
learning curve
This learning curve
might eat me whole
at some point.
If this happens,
just tell my mother
that I loved her,
my children that
they are divine
and
my ex that he was the
selfish one, but
that I liked him
nonetheless.
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.
v-card blues*
I was a virgin, I was 17, he asked for a ride home from the party at Oryan’s house, I said ok, excited, anxious, wanting. I drove him home slowly in my blue-green honda, North on the 101, silently, the empty beaches, the streetlights, the police cars, watching.
I played him three-mile-pilot, I played him blackheart, he was impressed that I knew them, being younger and all.
My CD player skipped to the next album, he made fun of me for liking sublime**, I said maybe they are just ok, I dodged a bullet.
We pulled up at his mom’s house, deep oceanside, wet air clung to my lips, I turned off the engine, he tried to kiss me, I let him. He asked me to come inside, I said “with your mom there and everything?”, he said she would leave us alone. She did.
He led me to his room, one hand on my wrist, I tried to tip toe behind him in heavy leather boots, he opened the door.
Overhead lighting, the smell of his room, like glycerin soap and nag champa and boxed wine and unwashed sheets. I undressed so he could touch me, he asked if I wanted coke, I shook my head no, I looked at the floor, embarrassed.
He got undressed, he eyes looked right through me, he was uncircumcised, I was surprised.
He grabbed my hair, I retracted, he said I was frigid, he snorted a line, he answered his cell phone, he put it in anyways.
I lived in that room for the next year and a half.
* in my memory that night sounded like this:
** I still like sublime