two poems
make sure i have everything i need so i won’t look stupid
go outside
wait for the bus
think about something
think, “look at me, i’m waiting for the bus, i’m horrible”
By Jillian Clark.
Pussy
“I don’t like being at work, serving tables, with people that have watched and jerked off to my smut, I can see that they are looking at me, knowing what kind of person I am, I don’t like that, I don’t want anyone to know what kind of person I am, I don’t like to share emotions with strangers or in public, but who isn’t a stranger to me anymore”
By Noah Cicero.
To Be Read in Some Place That Doesn’t Exist
“The truth was that I had been thinking about you cheating for a while. I thought about it on several occasions while I was alone and touching myself and was beginning to wonder if I was fucking myself to fiction.”
By Patrick Howell O’Neill.
Remember, Remember
“There are signs on the concrete parapet: “Suicidal? Despairing? Call -” and a number. Someone has to take responsibility, I guess. My shoes are too heavy to run in – I kick them off and run up and down. Sure enough, one of these signs has been altered. The 6 becomes an 8, the 0 becomes a 8, the 2 becomes a 4. In bad light it would pass, and I recognise the number. There is nobody here, and yet the place itself exists. I lean over and look down at the concrete-slab water. There are boats out there, bobbing like soap scum.”
By Krishan Coupland.