The greatest painter to ever paint
Made sure to fuzzy the line
Where one ended and another began
That is what I am trying with your love
This is not the poem I want to write
The poem I want to write is about taking
care of one another
But that poem is boring and nice
It is too polite for us
What the hell are we doing?
Why are we not fucking?
Must I beg for your cock in my mouth?
You are doing dishes and Im pretty
sure you have fever too
Both of the girls do.
I can barely stand. We are dizzy
And puking and coughing and shitting
But you are doing the dishes
You come and check on us
bring water from the other side
of the universe and those cool magic pills.
Yesterday I went to store
and got a bunch of groceries.
you were sleeping and had a fever.
Then I cleaned.
Brought you some pills
And helped the girls.
We take care of each other.
When people complain about being married
I want to say, have you tried sucking his dick?
Maybe if you give it all
maybe the someone else
will give it all back to you
it doesn’t matter if you knew better
or if you were doing your best with
the knowledge you had
if your own hindsight doesn’t shame you
someone else’s will
if it doesn’t, you’re probably not human
Diet cream soda is not that good
but it is good enough
That is the restless thought of the day
Its two thirty in the morning and
you dear, stumble to bed and put your
knees into my back.
I lie there next to you
for an hour
then get up and stand outside on the balcony
I can’t sleep
I drink water
I lie on the couch
I piss again
Its morning. Its time to get
daughter ready for school
For the past 30 something weeks all I have been
doing is lying on the couch and feeling
This is pregnancy
This is why I’d rather the stork
bit were true
A friend said everyone has to grow up.
He said it like a man who had been
molded by someone else’s hammer.
It heated me and made me malleable
like burning kittens or drowning puppies.
It is hard to grow up, friend.
if we die too young.
Lets make paper airplanes
with scraps of paper sent
by the bill collectors.
Lets ride a bike around the lake
with a little ginger ale in our bellies
and a plumped up grin
to meet the noise of the old people
doing the boring and necessary things
to keep their lines and moles in order
Lets walk on the beach and kick the waves.
Lets pick up rocks and suck on them.
Lets climb the mountains and jump off
giggling fear into the abyss
I am going to die
and I am not sure when
but while I am here
I am going to fuck
with you whenever we can
There are going to be bad days
-absurd happenings and stubbed toes
and I’ll accept it
-the universe and my ordinary
place in it
as long as you are here
to bring me licorice and root beer
and other dreamy stuff
like titty kisses and big warm hugs
and your extraordinary love