in my plastic castle i came to singing I WOULD GO FOR THE THUNDER ALONE
i said i said I WISH THERE WAS A WAY TO PRESENT AS NEUTER
so sometimes i walk around as if / i don’t have breasts, wandering into strangers’ garages & shaking
hands and if everything shld be so instant –
i’m going to have a heart attack if i drive like my grandpa so i
am stealing sunflowers, all i want to do is steal sunflowers, burn
the house down, trip the circuit breaker, ring the windchime
who’s going home to play zelda not i the only magic i dabble in
is practical; sad witches switch fingers sing escapes where the front porch runs a ring around
out of town for the month of summer
DON’T PUT THAT ON ME he says
I HAVE VISIONS
like
the night sky on a less-tanned leg
who went looking to hold one
to find a way in the dark
I KNOW I KNOW i can’t just keep calling my friends every time i get sad unpacking; everybody
is exhausted
domestic bliss in miniature or mediated / trash can aspiration
10 minutes later we are in the desert or aspen desire basking in between the trickling things
that come and go, aspirated | future pleasures | enter light tones
humdrum
solo
exposure
-where can i get sponges return to a simpler function
domestic bliss in miniature or medium kill all yr boyfriends
‘the funny thing about dating is once they’re exes they’re all ex-
boyfriends’ not beaus arts aficionados or concerned when on new year’s eve i
citizens smoked a cigarette cos the deal was
interlopers already broken
fuck
mistresses
i wanted to find you sleeping or awake, awake, wake up,
YOUR LITTLE HOUSE IS ON THE PRAIRIE
AND IT’S ON FIRE who turned off my tea kettle
who turned off the fire
who made a strike out of matches
who wants the way back & potstickers
who has paint in their kitchen; hangnails
carburetor
gasping malfunction
lucid dreamer
free-wheeling
free-smelling *FEEL FREE TO MAKE YRSELF SICK
smelting
smile
smile
smile i want you to be happy so you will be a better
worker
you with yr trash can aspirations / who came here sober / who left
inundated / always leaving / all i’m ever doing is leaving i don’t
wanna stop leaving
huh huh & i will be ‘reading’ at the end of this rainbow month after monsoon season i quit it i quit
my drunk mustache sweat farm to table function
i quit it i quit it i said no more delays i’m tired i’m tired i
go to sleep on the floor now
ha ha
he he
ho ho
hoo hoo this is navy seals go out to sea they swim they sleep sometimes they drown when they
are suffocated [“i was feeling hopeful”] by the plastics from yr 6-packs bros on
rooftops surprise me enough co-op shopping for ice cream and tamari
who painted a picture
who uses watercolours
in preference to acrylics oils they go so heavy on the lids like
it’s not for sleeping keep the ants out who went there i came
back for running my mind of out of my mouth seems like
someone else’s speaking [speaker topic] candy cop crashed
my desires *PSH* this is a trashcan in the SINK from the rooftop i’m not
gonna NOT go on the roof now you know you know me, YOU KNOW ME,
you know me. you know me, and my kettle of rust, and my musts, and my shoulds, and my can-dos
and my don’ts, and my wills and my won’ts and my breakfast habits and my lunch needs and my
routine and my screaming and p.s. i love you it doesn’t mean anything we’re good together a
window broken shouldn’t necessarily be shut up or over in the backyard overhaul the xxxxxxx the
fighter lighter wa wa speaking away hold the ants in put them ask them to PLEASE LEAVE
i’m – sloshing the hose around on the floor
i’m sloshing the floor for lack of hose
i’m talking to myself because
i LOVE gas stations
because gender
suspicion.
because human
I’M TRYING TO FEEL EVERYTHING
what flowers is like in summer in iowa
BUT I KEEP GETTING ALL DISTRACTED
“is this gesture not a kind of miraculous crystallization of presence?” (Barthes)
remembering there having been
nature
gender
dominance
Maya Weeks is a poet from California.