20 February 2012
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08 February 2012
07 February 2012
Eating lotus and raspberry Godiva with me,
Maddi at midnight in the Leucadia
Barnes & Noble parking lot drunk on Chablis.
Chomping to take back New Zealand, her new boy.
But there is no free and she is drunk and
A cop almost sees us. Fog crowding
Planted birches in gray seats. Some people
Are unhappy here because it’s not where
They’re from, but that’s not you. Your roots
Will save you from that. But it’s an unreliable
Voice she gets when she gets like this
Shelling her eyes out on a black beach.
I use her in a sentence, image pictures
To drill my brain with it. An easy dieresis
Of a queen in denial and the homelandShe gator-tackles. Perfect is easy.
You said I saw
It felt good not how you thought
If you have art after you are inspired
By somebody who comes from outside
What does it mean to forget
You were born from woman?
It rains outside. Inside you’re asleep.
You have so many things
Awoken by a car in the drive
You were excited until you saw it
Was not lightning but you were
Are not an actor
Wore a charm into a test and did
And we can disagree
Maybe if we’ve lived well