Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Maybe

 
i am
here
&
i am
now,
feigning sobriety
as much as i can,
gimme a fix
or
gimme a blow job
or
gimme gimme gimme
CPR,
maybe hold my hand
and walk with me
for a mile or two,
maybe smile
for half o' second,
i don' really know,
maybe
whisper something in my ear,
maybe
whisper something in my ear.


--Joseph James Cawein

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Wilder Street


Rent: $265/month. My mother

had no other options, her stipend

for fourteen years of marriage

to a burning bed. We saw nothing

but a shitty neighborhood, a rooftop

accessible from the bathroom window.

At dusk we exited like burglars

and smoked her stolen cigarettes, trying on

adulthood like a half slip. She saw only

freedom, a place where bruises heal.
 
 
--April Salzano

Friday, August 16, 2013

Resume


I'm so busy
only coffee
calms me down.
Here's my
paystub: it's
another genome.

When I was
small
I thought I was all.
Now older wiser,
a microscopic
mouth.

If reincarnation
got
commodified
I probably could
afford
only being me.

Adhesive
is my
overtime;
I use a
flashlight full of
numbers.

Married 50 years
to myself —
divorce papers.
I have fonts
for lunch & symptoms
for dinner.

My pension
is voicemail
laryngitis.
I'm so busy
my dreams
drink coffee.


--Craig Kurtz 

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Letter to a young librarian

 
Hi, and welcome to the profession
Don't expect any recognition
And don't expect adequate monetary compensation
You - madam or sir - are doing bitches' work
Let me clarify
Your profession is a gendered space
So whether you are cunt blessed
Or whether you are cock afflicted
You are a cunt
In our eyes
And you will be treated
And paid accordingly
We do not value your work
If it served any purpose
It would be a field populated by us
You
Along with all the rest of your ilk
The teachers
The nurses
The social workers
Are bitches and cunts
Whether you are cunt blessed
Or whether you are cock afflicted
And you will be treated
And paid accordingly.
 
--Alfonso Colasuonno