avant gauze for back-up baby belay
in France & that one bar in Paris as i recollect it was taxidermy fetishes mounted on walls squirrels, deer, a plastic baby, other birds we drank grapes skins maturations staring at chloe’s bra in the bar brawling a spot where there weren’t but blue water fowl on her yellow blouse a red spot of clo’s colloquy llover is to rain as lover is to rain in private deduced thusly red with...
We have to $tay together to drop baby bomb$ right into the $creen: $cream!!!! When we make hole$ by dragging bag$ the mall groan$. The $oul of the mall for which no body exi$t$. except our baby’$, who let$ the mall into her via our brea$t$. I do want to buy a thong for our baby— we could even make it out of your gum. Blow a bubble, Mary. I will not pop it like marriage. I will...
two parter cole porter
[Diapers] Secret show sucking Jim Beam bottle war conditions cigarette rations bellowing bunker dwellers watching boys in tees playing psychobilly surrealist surf combat flamenco chamber music. quiero morirme (a lyric) means i want to decrease visibility visibility was drunk forgot how talk works got many sex texts to read from abstract red lips of my yet lovers new slick skinned...
born bad vol 4
Baby said get high all night cuz you’re a long time dead so I got those red hot, rockin, blues: tamale you sure look fine Ooh - ee baby Ooh - ee What you, What you do to me tight skirt, tight sweater, these kinds of girls, in tight blue jeans, in black cadillacs, one night of sin, is what I’m praying for, I’ve got a pink cadillac. Don’t mess with me. I’ve got a cast iron arm, I’m a...
PRAYER The cat who has birthed too many litters eats her young. I stand as I write this. In anticipation of the ducklings before me. I have a condition that requires me to bathe in shallow water five times a day. The water is hot and burns my ass. It makes me think of The Story of the Eye in which someone watches a girl dip her cunt in milk. Watching is more personal than doing. You remain in...
I Can Feel Myself
I Can Feel Myself Egg feeling deep inside where I thought my kidney was. But, haha, it is my ova and not a kidney pushing against tubes. My cat looks at me funny like he is a bear and I am an unsuspecting, menstruating camper. My cat is my baby. Maybe it is he who controls the flow of eggs. Raw eggs are good for cats though I have never given him one. I think this is what is called...
I'm right here I'm a kind of lamp by Zachary...
februaryy: I’m right here. I’m a kind of lamp for you to see the baby how you make the baby how you make the baby move.
Baby Is Collectible You sprung fully formed into a world complete enough with Dasha the dog and Pigs in Space. Your fists were two pale plums pummeling a crimson canvas. Now you ask yourself: Am I ripe enough? Am I full? First thought: best thought. The sparkle’s in the finish. Your second spring saw an eagle in high tops. Black on black, Air Force Ones, standing in a stack of sticky flowers....
baby's day out or The Graduate
baby’s day out or The Graduate i’m still beginning. it’s very good. best I’ve read still living by the stairs in chairs one’s sleep one’s wake don’t know which form from which. slaw world’s rudes & prudes slough the pit or the pith blunts immediate pencil sticks. nat’l towers off the water towel off the water suck the bed to mud cadavers. dervish is one-eighty days...
How to make a baby
How to make baby number one: Every time I “sit down” to write, I am just an avocado pit looking to be surrounded by goodness again. I think about ink and using markers or asparagus spears or thumbtack spines so there could be colors here. The colors should run. We are juicers. We should undo our plastic silverware. I sharpen my hem. I ask, gently. Mostly, this is what I will say: My...
avant gauze for babyface
One I build a little world and bend its end lasts as long as lovey dovey data sample muchacha from Guatamala whose blue prints I wrote redactions of till she was a famous architect I was on recon for potential unshak -able spandrels, just structures, the sun glassblew her skin browner the world it ends soon as an architect who loves me till she meets me & she doesn’t. Two You write...
Baby girl dignified, nose in the air wide eyed, wet eared shivers her way through the two-step lockjaw slip-n-slide. Hey, baby. I can see inside of you. You are a smooth and tender system. Baby shows me more than the whites of her eyes. I flip her all the way over pancake on a griddle butter spots, bloated cysts. She skates her way across my palate water on fur. I haven’t a...
baby is the durian of terms of endearment– carrie lorig
congratulations on your destruction →
”I want to get rid of Kanoko/I want to get rid of filthy little Kanoko/I want to get rid of or kill Kanoko who bites off my nipples.” WOMB POEM: http://www.actionyes.org/issue5/ito/ito-uterus.html also http://htmlgiant.com/random/killing-kanoko-by-hiromi-ito/
How a "baby" changes it all
“Oh hello baby.” - Feng Sun Chen Oh hello baby. Here is a joke for your popsicle stick. My body is a sweet. It is a sweet red pepper. Cavernous and wet. I’m such a dive, baby, I know. This here is an older track, where you can hear my pedals boiling summer eggs in black tea. My arms have reached this doughnut coloring, baby, even though I’m careful to plant above sun. Hello,...
waiting for baby
It i$ one thing to be a field of cock$ another to be a cock in a field a cock in a field of cock$. I love to eat your loneline$$. Mine i$ placental. I will cook it into la$agna & put chee$e on it. You will come to my party. My whole life i$ waiting & contemplating the nature of thi$ waiting. Fuck relea$e, right? or fuck relea$e. A gift! A rift! A blot in a $hift of expiration- ...
Carrie: using oh hello baby as an epigraph
Carrie: first drafts
maybe that could be the first flow
Carrie: such terms of endearment
but i also find them interesting
how they change a sentence and even a poem because this is most definitely now a romantic poem
i think disgusting feelings are important to poetry
Sent at 11: 49 AM on Saturday
Carrie: definitely and also things i do as a person in love disgust me
Sent at 11: 52 AM on Saturday
me: ooo i like it
Carrie: wonderful. it will need some editing.
i'm writing mark a poem mix tape for his birthday
me: i like the almost hatefulness that becomes into baby
editing is strange sometimes. it feels like transformation without progress
but i like it that way
but also anxious tenderness in baby
Carrie: nods. i'm glad you see it that way.
it is very much how i feel
i very much believe in love but i'm writing about how much i fear it.
how something always interrupts it
me: yeah, i feel like it's the only thing i can write about
me: my doubts of it even existing, but i still believe in it