series of poems titled "erasures"
c. 2016. because I thought "erasures" sounded cool ten years ago.
I got someone to think for me. I got someone who adores, not to think of, me; * The sparrow flies around my head. It drives me around the bend. I grind my axe, I hold it / am held. I swing wide. I cut off my head. * Water like left it in buckets of dry ice on ice. Does that even prove that this is temporary. Can I unfreeze. Even boil ichiban. Please teach me about contemporary poetry. * shipwreck shipwreck shipwreck * blind as I am when I fire the gun I can feel the wind and the hot air and sun the ocean wraps up surrounding my feet I can’t feel the water I just feel the heat it touches the rocks and my spine bends in it burns as the air surrounds my skin