Every Day, At Least Once
(Poetry) "I remember the chain lube on my hands and every time I did too much."
I'm happy every day at least once, at least as happy as I was that Summer when it was raining in Berlin, and we were absolutely done with each other My bike's handlebars were crooked, your wheel cage bent half to hell ruined by what I had done so we could run away from California I cobbled the disassembled parts as if I were some kind of mechanic as if I weren't manic and young, with just a semblance of a plan as if the cobblestones and panic wouldn't shatter us We laughed as we shouted past our pink gums and white enamel as if we weren't yelling at each other for the last time, by the River Spree We pretended we'd get through the rain and everything would go back to how it was The locals didn't give a damn about the storm as we ran from the train to the bus Fourteen years have passed and still I remember the chain lube on my hands and every time I did too much. I swear, I loved you every day at least once
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I walk foggy down the dusty street, squinting past my sunglasses. The wind is almost strong enough to keep me from admiring the dandelions. I ask the internet for advice, and am greeted with an ocean of the world selling …
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Out the gate, dodged a pack of tiny strays; Seven blocks to the train. Sky and chipper, I'm all bark in my red mini, all laces and legs. I pound the concrete and puff past a man swaggering, all fedora and blaze, who can't keep his mouth shut. I expect some rapacious, crass speech ac…
The Internet
You think this device is a portal to the whole world, a window to the unknown. You create a ghost and send them into the machine. Outside, the world heaves as our bodies slouch and groan. The holes in the world grow wide— tectonic eruption! Crack and slide. You think you have bridged the tent…
Love this poem, Annie!
Oh wow