lily liver

crisis actor, they accuse

like we don’t all act in crises

although maybe some people don’t,

instead burying their heads

in the sands of current events

and letting someone else deal with it.

I don’t believe that violence and pain

is the only way to see our true selves,

but then again I don’t believe

we have a true self.

just the person we used to be and

the person we are pretending to be,

and we do the best we can

even when what we are given

is utter shit.



why have a wife
if you can’t show her
your poems?

maybe not all of them.
it’s important to keep
a core of yourself apart,
so nobody can touch it.

but I can’t imagine
hiding all of myself
all of the time.

but maybe that says more
about my poems
than it does about you.


I dissect my body
like a sentence,
like the poems
we beat the meaning
out of in lecture.
the author never
meant for us to
wonder if her lover
was a metaphor.

in my quest for
a greater beauty
I seem to have
lost the plot,
and my own
limbs feel like
a discordant
exquisite corpse.


I used to have a bag packed and ready
for the moment I would have to run.
It had my cash and notebooks,
CD player and batteries,
clothes and a travel toothbrush
and an extra lighter for cigarettes.

It’s been years since I’ve needed
to escape on no notice,
but now the bag that is packed
and ready to hop on the next bus
is my heart.

pain is not a vital sign

pain like slamming your hand
in a drawer just to feel
the relief when you stop.

pain you assimilate
into your days so that
when you fix it,
you realize that you thought
that’s just what the world was like.

and it is like that.
life is pain,
they say.
love hurts.

but that isn’t a requirement.

there’s pain you have to cope with,
learn to work around,
because you could erase it
but then you might walk so much
that a strained ligament tears.
because the drugs that wipe out the pain
will leave you worse than you were before,
or they might stop your lungs from working.
that’s one way not to be in pain.
(consult your doctor
and your own addictive tendencies,
don’t listen solely to the poet
with a grudge and a mother
who doped her organs into failure).

but there’s pain
you don’t have to bear.
love can be uncomfortable;
the weight of pulling your lover
over a milestone might make
your arms and head ache.
but don’t mistake dramatics for love.
don’t think abuse is average.

and persist even when the doctors tell you
that you must be mistaken
without even listening or looking.
they don’t inhabit your body.
they’re told to consider pain
a vital sign,
but that isn’t right.
pain is not the only way
to know you are alive.