Poems from vivianma
I have in my hand a ticket
One that I bought
hours after the train had departed.
It's heavy in my grip
This featherweight slip of paper
I...
Sometimes I find it irritating
how kind you are.
Sometimes I want you to be evil
vicious, terrifying
to everyone besides me.
There are new lines
on your wrists. Your corsage
cannot hide them.
I reach out, you flinch.
I spend the rest of the night
wanting to murmur...
They say schizophrenia is
out of their jurisdiction.
That what you have cannot be
completely fixed.
But I look at you
pleasant and handsome...
A violet evening, I dip my tiny toes
in the red. slip on its shiny luster
Feel it stain my skin like silver nitrate
(how does one become...