an attempt to tip the scales

losing what i love in a mess of details

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

anatomy of lying

by: Stacy

Anatomy class taught me
that your pupils dialate
when you're in love.
Or when you're lying.

And I asked you once
if you loved me.
Your eyes turned black.
But maybe that was because
we were both in the dark.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

you really really still don't know it yet

by line dry only

black, ebony
wood carvings,
cravings,

body held tight
upright standing
clear vocal vibrating

sepia, special,
toned, accelerated

loved,
scratched,
scathed,
hit,
fallen,
touched,
cradled,
slapped,
shaped,
picked,
plucked,
played,
nude,
new,
elderly,
wither,
writhe,
twist,
shake,
shout,
scream,
cry,
smile,
laugh,
beautiful.

Salted Cut

by line dry only

I've been stolen

goodbye deserved credit
for the part I played
in our comedically romantic
tragically
expansively
useful entanglement

with satirical cousins
ironic fathers
and natural grassroots
(and baby, you've got male)

you've thrown me away
a used fast food napkin
soiled, cheap, made out of brown recyclable parts
trying to be pretty

but I'm one use only
and can't be washed
because I fall apart
when you try

look at all the
soapy dishwater
I've soaked out
of you