Poems from hospitalbeds44
this poem
is being written
as a 'free assignment.'
i can write
anything i want on this page
as long as i use the words
gruel, embezzle, and...
one more turn and it's
the Mission District. i'm taking pictures
of strangers.
these are my people, and
this is what they look like
when...
death comes quick and
takes your parents up
into the light above the mobil
hanging over your crib when you were small
and they just sit...
present tense present
tense present tense.
when he vomits
it gallops
it leaps
it ballerinas
from his mouth.
it is...
i am evan’s refrigerator.
i will say this right away:
evan does not own a refrigerator.
i am a fiction,
and i am as full with ideas as i am...