The finish line on this epic chapbook project is in sight, guys. I’m working on the collection of short poems, I have the proof of the 10th chapbook on the way, and the 9th chapbook didn’t need any edits, so will be popping up on Amazon in short order. (here)
Today, I get to share something from Chapbook #9 with you:
And, here’s a piece from the new chapbook, since I’m actually writing a post on the lappy for once:
The Part of You That’s Dirty
I don’t know what to do with you now.
We’ve already said all of the important things—
like how wet paper crumbles
when you touch it.
Your tissue, used and abused,
can only love the part of you that’s dirty
and nobody wants to talk about.
I’m like that.
All I see of you is seminal fluid,
and too much booze,
black eyes the color of overripe plums,
and a cigarette with too much ash hanging from
I still hope that, maybe,
I can melt under your touch one more time.
We’re all dirty, really;
it can’t be helped.
but we still try to find something worth keeping
in spite of the history that comes with it,
as if that can save us and make us clean.