The Kid Who Accepts Blame
I’m hardly scraping by with all the crushes I have
Towering over the city and here I am in a van
Driving down to North Carolina—there’s a highway stoppage.
I’m that kid whose lips are ripe for kissing,
Plumped not from the tingling kind of lip gloss that makes
Your lips bigger but from all the cherries I had for lunch.
Let’s be faithful to the soft part of the cheeseburger,
Its juices the most erotic thing I’ve seen in months:
I surrender to the meat and the dairy and the soft soft bun.
My love (I have one, it turns out) has found her headphones
They were buried in the bed and had slipped under
My side butt. It is very sexy in there. A sexy sexy crevasse.
Learn to love the cold pizza you find in fridge morning after,
When I visited my friends they were moving out of the apartment
Where the landlord had asked them to leave for the night when they had a home birth.
I regret not a single thing! I embrace the sunlight at dawn and the
Sunlight at evening. I especially love the sky behind the mosque
At sunset on the very first Tuesday of June.
Katherine has decided to be helpful today. Franny drove the van.
Tashi’s giddy at driving. I eat a Kit Kat for dessert
And sit up tall like my mother tells me to.
Drink your fill every day and night, Aida; and kiss it, too,
Good night and good morning in all the languages you can tongue.
It’s never a mistake to kiss the wet towel hanging on the doorframe
Peel me a clove. Your
hand is begging for it,
fingers itching to crush
til it sprays ocean salt.
It’s simple: the food
grows at the table,
roots prickling into
the wood, through
In your kitchen, all
the boxes are unpacked.
The fridge has more
than enough for us and
fewer than three rotting
You use your scallions
days before they wilt.
Sad scallions, flopping,
A clove peels me.
My pants unzip.
You keep telling me
you want a clown
tattoo right in the
middle of your pubes.
I heard garlic gets
rid of UTIs
& English becomes transitional object—
neither food nor cat,
light nor open nor
cats Katz shacked snacked
snagged bedragged the shot
the cat, şaşkın,
open, the tea served
light, açık, wide,
the cat sakin
with its nose.
can’t laugh at itself
(the one that lives on my wrist)
withered, gave its final contorted breath,
gone w/ a sigh not
a shame, really.
It’s still there,
just without its utility.
Loops around my
hair six times
instead of three
we devam and devam,
space widens then softens,
where’d you come from?
Oof ouch wide
the cat flicks
the scat lick
if I could live
inside a curtain