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“How many thousands
of stories like yours
have been told
and forgotten how many
stories of lovingly durable nurses
of hospital sheets of IV tubes
dripping saline and morphine
How many stories of drugs
that would haul you
along in their wake for a while
but finally
let you sink”
― 13th Balloon
of stories like yours
have been told
and forgotten how many
stories of lovingly durable nurses
of hospital sheets of IV tubes
dripping saline and morphine
How many stories of drugs
that would haul you
along in their wake for a while
but finally
let you sink”
― 13th Balloon
“There are days when everything
feels like a metaphor
for your having died
There are days
when nothing does”
― 13th Balloon
feels like a metaphor
for your having died
There are days
when nothing does”
― 13th Balloon
“I am going to pull the music
from your mouth and furthermore
I'll take the orange aching light that splits
your ribs when I or any
beautiful things come at you.”
―
from your mouth and furthermore
I'll take the orange aching light that splits
your ribs when I or any
beautiful things come at you.”
―
“For me elegy
is a Ouija planchette
something I pretend not to touch
as I push it around trying
to make it say
what I want it to say”
― 13th Balloon
is a Ouija planchette
something I pretend not to touch
as I push it around trying
to make it say
what I want it to say”
― 13th Balloon
“William S. Burroughs said cut
into the present and the future leaks out
When I cut into the past
what leaks out is you”
― 13th Balloon
into the present and the future leaks out
When I cut into the past
what leaks out is you”
― 13th Balloon
“As kids we were warned
against playing with gender
as if it were a plastic bag
THIS IS NOT A TOY
but here are some pictures
of you in drag
getting ready to head out to a party
or maybe that was the party”
― 13th Balloon
against playing with gender
as if it were a plastic bag
THIS IS NOT A TOY
but here are some pictures
of you in drag
getting ready to head out to a party
or maybe that was the party”
― 13th Balloon
“Since you died the house style could best
be described as leaves that cling
to trees too long into winter”
― 13th Balloon
be described as leaves that cling
to trees too long into winter”
― 13th Balloon
“Bowerbird"
Recently I rescued a supermarket
bag from the crotch of a tree,
found fewer shields than souvenirs,
figured out how to game the pain scale
and opted not to. Water the color
of watery tea comes through
the light fixture on a holiday
when nobody will come plug it up
and make us regret complaining.
Nothing like a movie to remind you
that you never travel and a lot
of almost fornicating happens
a mere floor or two above the one
you’re on. Shoulder, TV flicker, flash
of back. I’ll make up a name and try
to affix it to whoever left
these four white doors on the sidewalk,
which I dragged home two and one
at a time. In daylight they reveal
smudges left after tenants groped one
spot, then the next—hallway, stairwell,
street, the mess just beyond, forest
on the dented side of a globe.
There’s always the absurd
woven into every nest I build and hop
around, waiting for the right one
to wander in. The right one
is the one who wanders in.”
―
Recently I rescued a supermarket
bag from the crotch of a tree,
found fewer shields than souvenirs,
figured out how to game the pain scale
and opted not to. Water the color
of watery tea comes through
the light fixture on a holiday
when nobody will come plug it up
and make us regret complaining.
Nothing like a movie to remind you
that you never travel and a lot
of almost fornicating happens
a mere floor or two above the one
you’re on. Shoulder, TV flicker, flash
of back. I’ll make up a name and try
to affix it to whoever left
these four white doors on the sidewalk,
which I dragged home two and one
at a time. In daylight they reveal
smudges left after tenants groped one
spot, then the next—hallway, stairwell,
street, the mess just beyond, forest
on the dented side of a globe.
There’s always the absurd
woven into every nest I build and hop
around, waiting for the right one
to wander in. The right one
is the one who wanders in.”
―
