1630

Sometimes I soak
in the unhappy truth
that the world is simple
in its complexity.
That mad scientist rant
isn’t just an ideal
it’s the truth
we never encounter.
So on purpose, I lay
in the pool that sparkles
making connections
between this and that.
Though I never find comfort
in the things that I know now
or familiarity
which seeps into pores.
What I find instead is clarity
which shows me the way
to joy and comfort, at last.

,ברוך השם שאני יכול לאהוב
.ולראות מה אני רוצה

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Guest Post

Hey Y’all, I wrote a guest post for my friend’s blog at Poly.Land, and thought you may be interested. It’s kinda a followup to Feeling Single Sucks from October. Click through and enjoy!

 

Today’s piece is a guest blog post from Fluffy, an academic in-training, who is studying organizational behavior in hopes of making the world a better place. They previously contributed “I Was Treated as a Disease Vector: Why There Are So Few Gay Men in Pansexual Polyamory” to Poly.Land. Fluffy’s regular blog is Eclectic Discourse (where pith goes…

via Being Single Sucks, But We Don’t Want to Hear About It — Poly.Land

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1530

I’ve been listening
to Kesha today.
The new album
that came out?
It’s really good.
I love it.
Please buy it.
Please love it.

Is this still a poem?

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1430

In the dark creeps a bogeyman
who sings, like the rest,
of the midnight moonglare
on its hidden bogeynest.
He howls and he screeches
till the children lie awake
then they tremble as he reaches
fingers slithering like snakes.
His teeth gnash and grind them
as they cry for the breast
of their mother, father, someone
who could save them from the rest.
But the bogeyman is careful
as he eats the child’s bones
depositing one bogeychild
who takes their place in their home
The bogeychild goes to sleep
the bogeychild does not weep
the bogeychild does not make a peep
and so the parents tend to keep
So if you know a little child
who used to cry but doesn’t
beware for that’s a bogeychild
and not your little cousin.

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1330

One to one
or ten to ten.
Does nuance count
or in the end
would we rather a shorthand
that becomes prescriptive
and hide from ourselves
instead of knowing?

Do you choose binary
or trinary
or quaternary
or quinary
Know only this:
Life will complexify
it’s simple physics.

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1230

Lips to eyelids
mouth to stars.
Mind to darkness
touch enwrapped.
Sleep to brainstem
dreams to dreams.
Wake to nothing
n o t h i n g.

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1130

When I lay under you
I never have to move
because it is sooth-
 ing being inside you 
if I never ate again
I would be fine with
that, dearest friend
because you leave me
feeling full and I'm
able to be satiated.
I am reminded of the
way in which you can
kiss deeply into the
one spot in my neck,
where bone meets all
sinew, flesh, and...
I start to miss home
 while I'll miss your 
caress, I still know
that there is where,
for now, I do belong

 

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1030

If I ate my own fingers
To spite the hand that feeds me
What would it even mean?
Drinking alcohol and cyanide
To hide a bitter Rhea-tide
At an altar, cold wet and white
I greet my new gods and lords.
Who created the watchmen anyway?

(it wasn’t me)

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0930

I was
f
 i
  l
   t
    h
     y
once but
I never forgave me.
Into the dumpster
I go.
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0830

If ships sailed
on lips instead
of seas I would
know if I ended
at your skinned

dock to flutter
in the breeze
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