petite victoire

Also I think from now on all images will be from my personal Polaroid library. This is my bedroom on Caroline St. circa 2007.

Anyway. Two poems.
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The Softest Sheets I’ve Ever Touched Were
At A Stranger’s House In Dearborn Heights

You scoffed when I said
I forgot to brush my teeth
that night
and I felt shame and ran
my tongue over my smooth
little bones

The bottoms of my feet
were a hot scream
but I still wore those
tall black shoes
you liked because they made
my legs look long

“Stop hunching over,” you
barked like a schoolmarm,
I your charge.
The comfort of your trophy
was low priority and I
didn’t know any better then

I wept when you walked out but
now I’m just embarrassed
you were ever even here

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midnight song

you are a hard chill
outside on a dark morning,
all tatters and rips and
split at the seam.
i ran you under warm
water and you slipped
away from me down the drain
and out into the river
and i knew at once
what you were.

you are a sharp sermon
all bone and skin,
spooking children
with a leaden brow
and boiled teeth.
i swept you into
the underbrush with
my silver hand and
long braids all snarled
with burrs and branches.

i sing to you now with
big bright eyes and
shaking shoulders and
the wild floats away
like a fast smoke out
in the slow blue winter air.
you fall quiet, soft.
sleep softer now.
i won’t leave.