6. lists.

she writes down the list. again.
          coffe ketchup eggs
          toilet paper ziplocs
if we are what we eat then she is
emptiness. the hollow form of an
empty coffee cup, grinds staring
back at you, a million beady 
spider eyes.
           she cannot stop it, 
           again, and she knows.
the unending pattern of phonecalls
and velcro unclenching and seatbelts
pressed into her back digging
rivulets of red skin the only mark
of the self-inflicted cycle.
           phone call yelling cursing
           asshole bitch fuck you
           this is the last time
then crying crying crying and a
freckled shoulder surrounded by the
halo of the moon and soft bite marks
as he is inside her, again.
but the spider eyes keep looking at her
calling her name, and she cannot
answer them because if she does it will
all be real, for once. 


Dylan Ingraham's 5ive! a view above and away from all that shit, Katie Bentley's The Tenacious Reordering of the Universe, Emily Ayers' Brunch Haiku.