stomachache; boy (frustrated with her, but g. stein inspired)

STOMACHACHE

A tired girl with a stomach. Head hurt the and before. feel down iron rise to nose but also stay. before head. forehead. hot fuzzy also stay. lightning strikes constantly in sea bursts. Where are my fork and knife? brussel sprouts under the floor possibly taste like cut. When belly opens and. loud loud loud. black warm. big feeling. not morning not evening in between. Waiting for the green beans.

X

Suddenly inside. red out spilt on floor. through back mirror see fall. fingers in your nose out like roots. Pull and chop them. Trash holds left. Turn. Turn. In some cases the and expires. Pickled words bitter for winter. misplaced can openers. all closed chests. forget forward. jelly is dirt. sugar sand. handed a collection of teaspoons. the big hole is empty. not sunrise yet. cold red hands for the turkey. You will not eat. never enough. enough. stay for more. more if you. no pink just yell even in the yellow egg yolks. Break in your palms when you find them. shattered sand. night sky lookalike of paper nails and chalkboard. too many forks. standing straight in a circle. I refuse. Refuse in the trash.

dia de muertos (3)

cuando el ritmo me pega jamas quiero llorar
solo quiero bailar como eso
sin pensar en el movimiento de mi pies
sin pensar en las miradas que andan por el aire
atravesando el espacio adentro de nuestros brazos
tapando mi cintura mientras pasen
el ruido, el musico, el calor de las bocas abierto
de las olas de las manos de las ojos medio-cerrados
la bebe en mano y la pareja como uno
solo quiero bailar como eso
sintiendo como todo mi cuerpo es bueno

dia de muertos (2)

around my lips, red petals
the chasms of your cheeks
we walk the streets to screams
of cars and startled girls
shadowy feet clinking tongues
spirits risen to the surface
we lose ourselves
to inhabit

dia de muertos

perhaps this is my offering

each year

these words

strung together in a state of awe

at the beauty and the horror

of living

at the beauty and horror

of death

and the white paint

that covers both

of our faces like

skeletons

that makes me so happy

and so sad