NO POEMS

i woke up with poems but 
promptly turned to other things 
that scratch, trying to get
to the power beverage 
before it cools

all titles, no poems

JESSE IN CALIFORNIA
GIFTS I GIVE MYSELF
MY BLOOD
THE STAIRS BY YOUR HOUSE
WHAT I DON’T WANT
BEING ERASED
SIS
YEAR OF DRUGS
THE DRAGON CLOUD

in the book the demons write 
friendly letters
advising each other on their
human clients
the most successful method is
to turn the clients back towards
themselves, keep the seekers seeking
instead of closing in
on God

MEGHAN/ THE MULCH
HEART LIKE A RAKE
DREAM GIRLS ON THE ROAD
ALIEN ENCOUNTER
FRIEND(LY)

my landlords are gone so I abandon
a scent-sensitive lifestyle, 
ylang ylang discount candle 
and rosemary that almost catches 
the place on fire

place and palace being a 
typo apart 

and through the smudges there’s 
white gold sun behind the steam 
and a wet world outside
and  shopping lists fading
to see-through