Poems

I went to a cafe to write a poem about unrequited love

but instead I’m drunk on brunch cocktails at ten on a Tuesday morning.
Your eyes are blue like a gentle rolling ocean.
Your eyes are blue like Monday and the bruises
on my ribs from hugging myself to sleep
and pretending that it’s you.

Truth is, I drink about you every day.

I have a penchant for bad habits –
I’ve started smoking your brand of cigarettes
because these days
that’s the closest I can get to biting your bottom lip.

I went to a café to write a poem about unrequited love, so here:
Your eyes are blue like a gentle rolling ocean.
Your eyes are blue like Monday and the bruises
on my ribs from hugging myself to sleep
and pretending that it’s you.
My shower drain was clogged with your hair this morning
and I wondered if it was a metaphor for something else.
Probably not.

Once, you asked me if poetry was supposed to be beautiful.
I found all the CDs I’d bought you in my mailbox yesterday
I don’t know how to make that beautiful.

 

 

Journal entry: Field note #1

Cities can ask so much of you sometimes. This morning I woke up and I brushed my teeth and I think I put my skin on backwards. My bruises are in all the wrong places. You tell me that you look at me and see ten different colours that you didn’t know could be colours. Everybody I know is so happy here, but I feel so small and slow. I want to sit in backyards and write poetry with people who will hand-roll me cigarettes. I don’t even smoke. I love the way that you kiss me and make me drip slow out of your mouth like honey.

I want to travel to Alaska and send everybody I know postcards saying, Wish you were here!  I’ve been listening to sad, slow songs that make my teeth feel like they’re crumbling in my mouth. I wish I knew how to hold myself in my palms instead of at the bottom of wine glasses.

I can be so selfish when I’m being human and I can be so human when I’m being selfish. Cities ask so much of you sometimes.

 

 

And maybe I’m just drunk

but it’s easy to write shitty poems when you’ve been sitting in a café
that is a bar that turns into a café in the daytime.
I’ve been drinking my coffee from the opposite end of the morning
since you changed your relationship status
on facebook
(about time, everybody knows that you’ve been together
for months)

And alright, maybe I’ve been drinking about you again. But so what?
Everybody has their vices – it just turns out mine is you,
which is a huge problem for me now, I guess.

I’m on a first-name basis with the bartenders
Hey, that you Gin and Tonic? Come on, get out of the
lime. This one’s on me.

I let him take me home last week but could only feel your teeth
on the back of my neck.
It sounds so pathetic when I say it out loud. Still, I promise it
didn’t mean anything.

Anyway, I took up pottery. And pilates (I mean,
I bought the mat)
I took up smoking because my hands don’t know
what to do with themselves anymore
But aside from that I’m eating five vegetables a day and even paying
my phone bill on time.

How’s that for progress?

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