if you were my ex i’d simply rebound
Selena Cotte
"sorry to ping / i just want to know who was too good for who..."
"sorry to ping / i just want to know who was too good for who..."
more intimate with the fit of a Gildan
shirt versus this thing hovering some
distance over my head always threatening
grey blonde grey depending on mood
secrets held in pinprick dots
There were no innocent bystanders,
except a herd of deer, unable to perceive
the color orange. My method consisted
in having a plan, but I was letting the dirt
do my thinking—I’d had it around so
I was too shocked to scream
at the roosters to stop crowing, their throats
robust and practiced in a language I find myself
disarming at all costs. In my first few years
of
my family and I moved
from Japan to America
and found solace
in hunting mushrooms
the kind we sought
are called matsu-take,
the highest grade
selling for a grand per kilo
I do
— after Frank Ocean, “Nikes”
You would have laughed
at the sight of us: bodies twisted,
one foot in the air to show off
a new pair of Nikes; iPhones ringing
with warning about deep
Darling, stop being stupid,
she says with all the tenderness she can muster,
which is not a lot, when I bring up my ex.
At the dining table, in the gaudy rust of sunset,
she alternates between
We were allowed to be alone in the stadium, an object which is infinite. Prove it.
I can’t remember if we took the bus. More likely your dad dropped us in traffic and the civic door thunked on our
I want to give Glenn Burke a high five / I want to give Glenn Burke a high five for seeing Dusty Baker’s raised hand and just hitting it / I want to give Glenn Burke a high five for coming out in 1978
My legs on yours, in the stadium lights,
I have only just learned your name.
You point, across the outfield,
at the worst fight we will ever have.
I can barely make it out in the crowd
of
She was cursing at her TV. A Red Sox game was on. She was yelling at David Price, newly acquired from the Detroit Tigers. Price was behind in the count. I wanted to tell her that David Price was a
From the couch corner where
his ass has crafted a killer dent
for the better part of a week,
my father begins shouting insane cuss words
at no one in particular –
titty fucker bang bang, cunty
An absorbed sound
There was the night where the snow was quieter than usual
& your car wouldn’t start, so we stood under concrete
steeples to wait for the tow truck until your last hand
Times the Dog Looks for God
Sun is too hot
Sun is too cold
Fire alarm
Balsamic Moon
Lightning in remembered spaces
going dormant
Shade avoidance and dashboard doubles
Feeling
la tienda, or, the earth, fertile with nettles and
vegetables, bringing forth these meager
cypresses, this black damp that stains the
walls
1.
words fall off the curl of nothing
I
don’t answer that
another quar poem
in the sixth month
i want to play skee ball
and put it in my mouth after.
i don’t know if my mouth
is big enough. it’s been so long.
which is bigger, the
Is this new relationship self-sabotage in disguise, or is it the cure?
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