Oort Poetica

The way ice can become a verdant spring. Horace, you know the way we stare through lenses; how we bathe the sky in radio waves. Do you understand what it means to listen to a body

I LOVE THAT YOU LOVE ANIMALS AND I HOPE ONE DAY TO GET AS EXCITED AS YOU DO WHEN YOU SEE A PICTURE OF A PANDA ON THE COMPUTER

the other day when you came home you were
crying because one of your

Polymers

Takes a blow-dryer
to the plastic flower.

Makes its petals
curve the way they’ll be needed

Left sucking long on the last bit
of bubble gum:
out of the lips, it drains
tarry

The First January Sun I Want to Share with You

At least a handful of sunshine,
the best ataractic; I
steady myself in the russet
downpour, attempting to trace
down this new feeling,
like a

Alchemy

Gathers me          with her silver gaze

     the moonlight reflects               milk

                                                                       and

you’re out of touch i’m out of time

“You know what to do with that big fat butt

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle”—Jason Derulo

        EVERYDAY WE

Nirvana

I don’t think it was nirvana playing
I don’t know what it was
in the ocean sometimes
warm water is pulsing under the cold surface
I don’t know if I really mean it. I mean,
maybe it’s a

last month, every
robin I saw looked
like it wanted to fight

Your boyfriend was the first...

 (Netflix is the opiate of the people!)

when i’m

on coke i feel like i’m

in cruel intentions but

i have the personality

of winona ryder in

girl, interrupted

Deep inside some problem of self-perception / a face believes...

If I forget to night shift my mac it’s tragic...

Is your smut amateur enough...

The pterodactyl’s crimson, triangular-tailed head,
And the escalator-like galaxy open up...

We can stand here / on the corner, arguing... 

It doesn’t take long to find a new lover...

"Tim" and "Pear Tree"

After that, I gave up / on finding a good doctor...

We decided that quarantine

would be fuckintine

except then I got a UTI

Watching the game
from the dug out
the coach paces distracted by nothing

The veteran second baseman
is fiddling with his glasses in the twilight: The calculated
third baseman is scanning over the crowd for his family...

It felt like a belly flop
crammed into a calcified bounce house

Eighty-five percent of the Earth’s surface is tarp

I never mentioned to the skipper
how my mother died