I wrote this while on break at work.

Meat's Lament

I lie on a field of styrofoam
the sky is made of plastic.
Noticeable are the people's eyes
who scrutinize my flaws and
eventually wrap me in a sea of nonbiodigradable substance.
My father was a knife
dripping wet with red juices
he lay me in a cradle with other newborns
yet some do not acknowledge my existence.
maybe it's because mother was an animal
and her suitor a man
but it was the knife who had the final word.



Meaningless Relationship Poem

Must he touch me like that?
No. But he does it anyway.
I do solemnly swear to paint my nails upon returning home.
There was a silence in the conversation
so I called myself ugly.
The rules say that when I do this he is to convince me otherwise.
But he didn't.
I guess he doesn't know the rules.
He thinks I am nothing
but someone thinking nothing is someone thinking something.
I guess this means we could date.
He could lend me a dollar and we could act like there is some emotional bond between us.
We could show each other awkward body parts and imagine they belong to strippers and underwear models.
Then it will end
and I will take his name out of my cell phone
Eat a chocolate bar and brush my teeth.


conversely....

To the man I will marry/date for a long time/have a huge crush on/fantasize about when unable to sleep

I am forever in debt to your spotless ways.
An ode to a pair of colored globes which calculate infinite ideas.
Yours is the face simple like clean sheets
with a voice jaded
much like a car that no longer starts.
not another was ever created
I am better for having known you.