february

tea hot down my throat

tears are words i never said

they tumble and are silent

forever.

everyone's mom is dying of a cancer

and my mom is my only friend.

i think i am lucky

i think they are too,

they just don't know it y et.

tally marking lonely nights

only makes them more

lonely,

it is better to have foresight

and think, ''someday,

someone will love me every night

and we will get dressed up and always

have somewhere to go''

bottomless pit

it is ten years

3650 days.

of a war

with its basis being:

a lie.

a lie easily shoved down throats

throats of citizens who go to work

and watch tv

and shop for always low prices at Walmart

where war is something dirty and far away.

but hey, having a Support Our Troops bumper sticker really helps.

and the government truly is looking out for you.

paytaxesobeylawsfeedthemachine.

God Bless America,

the only country too ignorant to realize its own corruption.

our idea of truth is blind,

and robbing from the blind is easy.

i am one person

i am one disgusted person
i can say, 'fuck the system'

all i damn well please

but talk is cheap.

i am out to change.

this newly legal adult will write what she sees.

without censorship.

she will seek the raw and the undesirable.

and share it.

this may be small.

it may be inconsequential.

but one truth is not greater than another.

a truth simply is.

why hide?

hi, i am a journalist.

in Kiagen's ideal world., she spends every second in the SLUG mag building. she sips on her rose petal tea while all sorts of new music is played in the background and the work is slightly tedious but makes her unequivocally happy. her lips are red and she feels both adult and glamorous. she sits next to someone she has her eye on for he is exactly the bearded, quiet type she admires most. she finishes her task and makes the editor pleased. she is a journalist. she knows that this is exactly the work she wants to be doing for the rest of her life.


five hours a week isn't enough.

''and the future hangs over our heads

and it moves with each current event

until it falls all around like a cold, steady rain

just stay in when it's looking this way''

-bright eyes

brudder+kitten

bonhiver

big snow

like the sloppy cutouts of kindergarten

hitting the cracked sidewalk with naivety

a fall frozen with oblivion.

enviable, for my tumbles are laced with fear

and the distinct knowledge of the hard ground.

yestermonth

words are rocks in my mouth and

i think obeying traffic laws in the

middle of the night is stupid and

driving from your house i feel like

the little kid who realizes he is too

big to stretch out in the bath tub

anymore. my pockets are full of

those gummy worms i stole yester-

day and pockets in my head are

dirty with wanting your selfish self

in the passengers seat, telling me

when to take a left and using red

lights and your pretty eyes to the

full advantage.