Wikipedia Poem, No. 681
the belly converts jealousy
to the plants’ eyes roll
my wife from under
the bed exposed and melts
into black coffee like the
songbird she is
A note for readers: Each occurrence of an asterisk in the following poem represents one slow, deliberate breath in through the nose (at least three seconds) and out through the mouth (at least three seconds). Silently count each inhale and each exhale. You are permitted to think about anything at all during that time.
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You have your skinny pants that you never wear
but that are the barometer. You have your fat pants
that you wear more than you need to. You have your
period pants that are dark and thick and forgiving
You have your period panties.
I have a new resolution not to wear my period
panties at non-period times. I have gotten into the
habit of wearing only my period panties and pretty
much never wearing my other panties, my nice
panties. My resolution is to wear nice panties every
day, even the days I don’t think l’m going to have sex,
even on the days when l’m going to ride my bike.
Once, in the locker room at the YWCA after tot
swim class, I saw another mom who was wearing
beautiful, chic mocha panties and a matching bra
even though she had just come from swim class and
had a kid. The panties and bra looked French, and so
did the mom. I swore right there and then to wear
my nice panties every day, even though my nicest
panties aren’t as nice as those panties were.
But then I got pregnant again and never felt like
wearing nice panties.
So that was three years ago. Exactly three years and
I am finally hoping to make good on my promise of
Thus far I have kept my nice panties promise for
about a week and a half. It’s been difficult. Almost
every day I reach for my period panties but I haven’t
relented. It does feel good to wear nice panties,
though it pains my heart to get on a bike or go to
sleep without sex when I am wearing them.
Even when the nice panties are not two-hundred-
dollar hand-washable silk tap pants, nice panties
are a conundrum.
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verbing hot and heavy like a lover's wet mouth after dark n u my mirror body itself comes separated skin from skin from skin from skin torn from skin like peeling paint from skin from skin from skin from skin from skin from skin from skin from skin from skin from skin from skin from skin ripped from a turtle's shell yr mirror body itself comes paint from a turtle shell the shell fear is blood hard is that i peeling separates skin from skin from his liquid from from skin from a turtle's shell the mirror yr mouth after dark n u fear the blood is blood coming comes hot and heavy has come like peeling paint from a turtle's shell the illness like paint-like skin from a turtle's shell the shell peels separating skin from skin from a turtle's shell
to be loved eyes closed of pain it is just like you not like you nothing flat traced with a number two pencil nothing vested in hydrangeas something more like cutting something black ravage to be loved afraid of course cutting a slow-covered kitchen knife something more we will be loved afraid of pain its dimensions feed from perspective to follow up thick unguent carving you don't like specifics we will make more we're flattered thick unguent carving that you don't like in fact we will make more we will thick unguent carving into mountains just like you that you don't like nothing flattered kitchen knife something vested in hydrangeas something something that you don't like specifically that we loved once afraid of pain covered in kitchen knife something what you don't like nothing black ravage wielding to be loved afraid of pain it is ok that you don't like you nothing cutting velvet safe
you don't like your opinions but because i'm a flatterer or something i loved it is nothing to alter its dimensions i'm a flatterer vested in hydrangeas or something black and ravaged wielding love is that you afraid of love simply because i'm a flatterer and have flattered before or is something black and ravage wielding the vest of hydrangeas or something vested in hydrangeas or something to alter its dimensions because you're flattered by your opinions or something more like you it's just like this show me the altar in you unwilling to be loved please show me and i will desecrate it
there's no time to explain there's no dazzle in order to wrestle among its ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants to say not better in the christian sense the jain sits under a tree in order to wrestle among its ants ants ants crawl up his perfect warmth even if i feel no such warmth for the gourmand for the essentialist for the part of me which insists upon treating others with respect as productive as an ant productive this is the earth's horizon — handsy in control touchy-feely frightening the jain it is being in its essential parthood i insist upon treating others with respect as productive as a thing being only eyes the thing even if i or it feel no such warmth for this eye i feel no such warmth for the same tree or ant in order to wrestle among among its ants ants ants ants
to recollect clean one's head put out out of it forget forgot dismiss dismissed dismiss dismissing missing dismiss dismiss disrecollection of have no recall be un headless put out out of it forget dismiss dismissed disrecollection of have no more of wean one's head put it out it goes let bygones be bygones be gone bygones goner forgetfulness fail you're a remembrance of forget inattention dismiss from one's thoughts forget forgotten forgetfulness let bygones be bygones be forgiveness forget it forgetfulness dismiss from inattention disrecollection dismiss from form inattention forgiveness let it go forget forgetfulness forget forgiveness forgetfulness dismiss from one's head be unable to recall
After Ron Padgett
there is no rush dear cognitively certain your lover enough water tells me you were born last month we've eaten too much sugar and our birthday was two days enough time to drink we've eaten too much sugar and our birthday was two days enough time to indict oneself always enough time to drink smart complete dancing particles of night below the poetry oneself always past i'm cognitively certain your shoes but we must have dragged shit in on our birthday two days enough time to indict one's wants to write the poetry one wants to drink we've eaten too much sugar and our birthday was two days enough