Category: Mental Illness

CALVITO

había un calvito con miedo de todo
con ojitos que brillaban al sol
quería irse lejos, pero temía estar sin la madre,
quería ver el mundo, pero temía viajar.
quería cocinar, pero temía aprender cómo,
quería amar, pero temía su corazón.
quería ser más sabio, pero temía irse al cole,
quería salir fuera, pero incluso temía el sol.

con suerte un día el calvito
se dejó caer de la cuna
y pasito a pasito
aprendió a caminar —
luego se puso pelo y
como dicta la naturaleza
tras su milagro mas asombroso
se atrevió de ser hombre
y el calvito se creció.

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HÁBITOS

habits,
he says:
you need
them.
you can’t
live
this way
forever you
know.
i counter
with
the fact
that i
am
painting all
the
time and
look at
all
this writing!
but
my guts
are churning
and
my eyes
bloodshot
i guess
i know
that
he is
right.

SINNER

read the back of the
label: it will tell you
your sins for the day
but there will be no
advice for repenting provided. do
it yourself with slimy digits
coughing over the toilet. be
discreet: the sound of a
splintering facade is harsh on
young ears and of course
apart from slim you must
also be strong.

DUAL

sometimes i know she’s there and i can feel her.
some times
my body feels
too small,
like it’s
shrinking in and crowding us
the two of us
together

and in this way
i am suddenly a
girl who is also
a sheep-cart towing
two unshorn heifers to the barber

(right that’s where they go tho)

fighting for space and the farm hands are laughing

but those heifers are two feisty
mamas i’ll tell yeh man
now you can bet your bottom dollar
they’re in there hip-checkin the shit out of each other.
a laugh from the rest of the boys:
oh, women.

LUNGS

they come crawling
like clawed children
in hallways, in day – light
and night – light,
the worst ones of course
in the

dark

everywhere
hands grasping in
from the walls and
you will love the way they feel
when they
touch you

this place isn’t safe
for lovers or dancers
or birthers or swimmers
questionable even
for saints

build an altar
get a stepstool
squeeze my
waist and burn
this whole
place to ashes i

want

to inhale you
like fiberglass dust
in my lungs all
blue and purple
dressed with flowers
anointed with
venom and tea tree

oil

i found some leaves
on the ground in
lisbon on these
steps in the
rain and the darkness
made them greener

they looked like lungs creased down the
middle so i picked one up and
held it to my chest and
inhaled

GROWTH

GROW A PAI R.

i want to
sha. ke you

GROW A PAIR.

I want to br eak that glass over your fac e

GROW A P AIR.

how much time you’re w a s t i n g

GROW A PAIR.

useless
thing just
standing

GROW A PAIR

knees jut ting in just

GRO W A PA
IR

there’s nowhere to run n ow

GROW

you know

GROW A PAIR.

I hate you more up
close

GROW A PAIR.

if you could
just

GROW

you stupid

GROW A PAIR

cunt, you

GROW A PAIR.

so  sick of   you

GROW

so s i c k
so

GROW A PAIR.

we accept the love

GROW A PAIR.

we
deserve

GROW A PAIR.

we think
we know

GROW A

pair of nothings

GROW

together

A PAIR

you and I

GROW

we

GROW

GROW

GROW

GROW