At work, folks ask me “Is that Stephen with a ‘V’?” As they stare into my reflective gold enameled nametag spelling “Stephen” with the “ph” that’s been mine from birth. I dumb-smile nod and spit out the coinslot response they’re asking for, “no, it’s ‘PH’ like the Saint.”Of course, St. Stephen is sainted for being …
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Untitled #490 (2014)
Sometimes I stare at a page,it stares right back, and it wins, it wins, it wins.
Untitled #486 (2014)
These California new-builts,they ain’t got those midnight noises,‘n it ain’t sleep if the house ain’t,ain’t singin’ you to sleep…
Untitled #487 (2014)
I’m in the spaces between seconds– –hiding from you, creep.
Untitled #482 (2014)
I still know your birthday,our anniversary,how you best like to be fucked,the smell of your hair, ‘n how, ‘n how is that fair?
Untitled #484 (2014)
I wrote you a poem,‘n then I ripped it to shreds, dosed it in gas, set it ablaze. ‘n stared in silence for days ‘n days. I climbed mountains,‘n I followed rivers,grew with the trees,broke with the stone. Wrote that down too,before I hit it with a sledge,trampled it,wrote a grocery list over it. Now …
Untitled #479 (2014)
Maybe I upset you,Maybe I lost you.Maybe I disappointed you,but you grew bored,and here I am,Still writing.
Untitled #48 (2015)
See, the problem with listening to advice is that I don’t want to listen to advice.Never you mind the anxiety lightning crackling from all inches of me to anything and everything near. Never you mind. Didn’t your mom ever tell you that you treat them others the way you wanna be treated?I’m cool; slick. Never …
Untitled #478 (2014)
I don’t find love in the bottom of a bottle.I find it in the bottle.Until the bottom,and then I’m pissed.
Untitled #467 (2014)
If you taste like Pepperoni,Or even just MarinaraI want to taste you.All over,Right now.Gimmie. -For mickeymichal
