I wanted to write about you.So I did. I wrote about you with my eyes watching the world dry outmy face crunching up like tin foilafter running out of routines. When the vet told me I did a good job. I really lost it. You were yelling our names for hours at night. I hateContinue reading “dog days”
Author Archives: Alex J.J
Pretty
Her whole apartment is two-tonesurinal yellows and coffee filter browns. From the kitchen, the lights blink rapidlybroken but still runningthe tv is muted, but always therelike all our pictures pinned on every surface I look into her jeweled eyes and she says이뻐every morning잘 생긴 남자I say I know, and she says it again. 이뻐I knowContinue reading “Pretty”
crayons
Eventually her eyes – tungsten lights – burn black and the sky is black and the grass black. I feel the moon its whiteness on a face glinting dew. I mistake this place for childhood. And you are, back against the asphalt, because you want to be, whenContinue reading “crayons”
without the hands
all I ever wantis to hold our time like hands cupping warm water.without ticks or countsor noiseless breath between. but always the water passes through the gaps so we drink itand pray the body will hold it long enough to be unforgettable.
*untitled
they say you walk with the windthe way trees dance to stormsand only birds hold your armssincerely.It’s true. All I see is grey blue skythrough the square of my windowand that soundless dance. I was therein the church with the grass floorwithout the walls without a white man.My jacket sleeves covered in burrs taking whatContinue reading “*untitled”
grasp
Faucet water envelopes my hands,and reminds me how easily life slips away. I think Graspis a beautiful word.It escapes my mouth gently, yet somehow it still means to seize& hold firmly.Maybe graspis a word meant for love?or temporary possession. I grasp my hands under the faucet water.
Fall
Eyes fixed on the rubber toecap of my sneakers.Tapped on the shoulder by light through treetops The canvas grows blacker,socks heavier.Colder.Autumn leaves pressed against the soles. I kneel just like that andthe usual occurs, I walk back home with wet feet.The thoughts of what’s left usleave my mind. It’s fall again old friend.
Touched
I swapped things around my bedroom again moved the bed, replaced the desk dusted everywhere, cleaned the floor so well you could lay down and see every corner clearly. When I finished I closed the door with the back of my breath against the wood. There is a slow knock, a steady sound that passesContinue reading “Touched”
Our eyes are slashes across our faces sometimes it is almost in a violent sense. Her cheeks remind me of mesas in the summer mainly for their color, layers and cracks. I’m slightly relieved she beat that white guy’s ass. 할머니 I have one in LA. I was writing about you when I read severalContinue reading
Homesick
Like any good friend we sit on bed sheets un/noticing how she hides beneath them, knees to her chest black hair like a broken mask we know well.
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