Chaff v. Catalyst
lust creates its own demands abrasive silences
move thru time destined for more points of view
he's her hard drive starting with yes ending always with no
she barely registers his existence loves him uninterrupted or not at all
the wildness of his hair a cheap Merlot lacking intensity
she is the space between his palm and her skin re-making history
figuring it out love comes with nothing
shadows of reality you cannot know yourself
the cost of bullets when we were broken
I Hate Your Maybe More
I would rototiller your cubic zirconia ass
slide rule your pancake until it was in tangles
barricade my tachometer from your strap-on armada
to poof past boulevard after boulevard of broken dreams
go ahead & warble away you egalitarian forgery
you slicked up, shellacked Sir Lancelot
natter natter obfuscate all that is the matter
I see a nice heavy Skee ball headed
directly at your snout
Like an RFID tattoo
etched into me
microcurating
the rhythm of our discourse
buried memories
he changes my password--
Embrace Change
(names and places are fictional)
& weighted down by cats, sister
the house in the city he said he wanted too
but never really did
live in an enigma
rounding the angularities
of my oft-used change is good--
things happen for a reason mantra
as he lies in bed alone
in the middle of the night
& the rest is secret
what he is was disloyal
a ruthless quarantine
viewer discretion is advised
I have a cache of AK-47
selective fire rifles, intermediate cartridges
& detachable magazine clips
I ache to be the open bridge
Laura LeHew collections include Willingly Would I Burn, It's Always Night, It Always Rains and Beauty. Laura edits her small press, Uttered Chaos www.utteredchaos.org, knows nothing of gardens or gardening but is well versed in the cultivation of cats. lauralehew.com
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