Comments Posted By Robyn

Displaying 31 To 60 Of 320 Comments

scale

he could make my body new in white cloth;
but i will not stand before a minister for anything, not even for his bearing of witness

(and so they say, lord, for everything a reason –)
autumn was for whiskey
and every shot i took was aimed at your rocky mountain spine,

» Posted By robyn On 10.11.2013 @ 8:43 pm

easygoing

shit, didn’t anybody tell you not to look over your shoulder
(the devil makes you do it)
so you took the side mirrors off your sedan
and drove til the cops pulled you over;
tugged down your blouse and cried,
you’d be born again in hollywood
if we could find the highway signs

wearing a july skirt to a september date,
sweetheart david holds your hand under the table
until he slides it onto your inner thigh
and you choose your stage-name then
jezebel
and you don’t look back
(some days will be easier than this)

» Posted By robyn On 10.11.2013 @ 8:41 am

mothering

oral fixation
and something good must’ve happened to him, along the way,
to pick up the habit of kissing my temple;
after he’s pushed me onto my knees,
smiles

» Posted By robyn On 09.29.2013 @ 4:33 pm

biblical

dreaming of the girl i forgot i loved
topless, running around in her sister’s room
and her sister, in a blue mandala tattoo, looking at me;
teaching me about unattainably;

and i know i am in a fever, and she knows the pills i’ve taken to get here
(and the sight of her will carry me through –)

» Posted By robyn On 09.26.2013 @ 5:58 pm

‘all wrapped up in blooms’
is a phrase derived from the warping of the red yucca
that occurs when each of its leaves voluntarily starve to send the season’s remaining energy into the stalk, the tepals and the stamen and the anther, all different pleadings for sex; winding around and higher,
so that the wind might catch the seeds during the remaining death of the plant;
(after the rest has already gone; and decay back into the soil, the way our eventual children will suck at the umbilical cord, –)
and in the same way moving to the city
where there is no allocated space for weathervanes on the top of buildings
i think i may have lost my way

» Posted By robyn On 09.25.2013 @ 5:49 pm

steady

has nobody sent you home
standing far too long staring into the watertank
staying still, watching batfish stay still
and there is movement around you, and there is movement in the expansion of your lungs,
the lungs of children moving by you,
the noise of the aquarium director asking are you alright
but how the whole world narrows
(and we will all collapse into water)

» Posted By robyn On 06.30.2013 @ 6:03 pm

has nobody sent you home
steady being called a boy
bringing home his eternal peace;
if we lived in a house of quotes
i’d never have to remember who i am

» Posted By robyn On 06.30.2013 @ 5:15 pm

café

my chiropractor is indian
with a formal english vocabulary under a heavy accent
so he can get away with saying these things
“you have such a lovely young body
that i do not imagine at your age you are single very often for very long
so make sure the next man that you see is spiritual”
i do not visit him often
because he does not keep his voice down

» Posted By robyn On 04.22.2013 @ 8:52 pm

mumbling

whole cities understand you

» Posted By robyn On 04.16.2013 @ 3:32 pm

leverage

“every time you are angry, write a love poem.”
once i honked at a car
who cut off mine & scared me

the man got back into the other lane
rolled down his window, shouted, ‘i’m sorry’

i felt so terrible
most people are basically good
(but it’s such an easy thing to forget
these days)

» Posted By robyn On 04.15.2013 @ 7:02 pm

trench

and he takes me in honesty
(and that is all there is to say on the matter)

» Posted By robyn On 04.08.2013 @ 6:12 pm

vines

my first and only violent love
was a schoolyard boy named david
whose father shot himself on a baseball field
he cried until he choked me
and then he said sorry
and held me tighter

» Posted By robyn On 04.05.2013 @ 8:48 am

plague

i am terrified for the day he realizes i don’t exist
but i think he already suspects it

» Posted By robyn On 03.30.2013 @ 11:05 pm

remember the nights of poetry
books&books and hours&hours
quoting the good ones to each other, until we degenerated back into just-ourselves
with our-vocabulary,
fuck me like you’re alan watts
(the memory ends —
stoned sneaking out your second-floor window because your mother’s home from her chinese classes at community college, you were a necessary right-of-passage
)
that i should miss
but i don’t

» Posted By robyn On 03.30.2013 @ 10:24 pm

bronze

(i think this was our first time, but fights don’t come easy to him)

always speaking honest to each other is a really good start
but i get caught in poetry & abstractions and then we forget to settle on the same vocabulary again, i am poor at being plain and he has no obligation to be present to me

there is still some arabic in my head
and it doesn’t help the problem any, but i translate my thoughts back and forth
to pass the time between realizing he doesn’t mean to do me harm
and remembering even succulents die

» Posted By robyn On 03.29.2013 @ 12:16 am

either she fills the silence or i do

sometimes
we are quiet enough that my noise & hers does not intersect
(living in small spaces without headphones)

» Posted By robyn On 03.28.2013 @ 11:53 pm

unfinished //

driving 95 flipping off semis, because i’m without the boy that keeps me good
(he really isn’t all that far away, i just crawled out of his bed)
but this is the new one night stand, the kind that takes you past city limits
pt.2
i-love-you interpreted as “i understand you, & thank you for understanding me”

\\ never finished

» Posted By robyn On 03.28.2013 @ 8:52 pm

winged

puts the red lipstick on too heavy, kisses off the excess into her inner wrist

lana del rey on the stereo & a boho beauty in front of me smoking her menthols
cross-legged on the wooden floorboards in the frontroom, no furniture,
she says ‘don’t tell me you love me until after’
sitting flipping half-naked through vintage victorian anatomical art, she says, ‘this will be my next tattoo’
points to a long-stemmed perennial in an old botanists’ catalouge
her jazz musician boyfriend comes in, she laughs, her bracelets chiming, metal-on-metal, pulls him down by the forearm & crawls onto his lap
i don’t love her at all
(nothing left to do but lay down & i do, spine & the floor, missing my own musician like he was dead, daydream he’s playing a gig instead)

» Posted By robyn On 03.22.2013 @ 11:15 am

beware

every shower is a bic razor
and a routine of crushing four aspirin tablets in my palm, because i never replaced the face wash that ran empty two years ago–
we were underage then but we made our own wine, (he kisses me and says we always have the most fun, i always have the most fun with you)
except i don’t remember him and he doesn’t remember me, standing naked warm under water with a new body he wouldn’t know
(longer, whiter, curvier, the excitation of new youth settled into plain proportions, i would be a virgin to him if we met again)
stretching onto my toes thinking of someone else in his place,
this is how strangers are

» Posted By robyn On 03.20.2013 @ 10:17 pm

pained

me, sorrow, disappointed, lonely. sharp blades, bloodshed, tears. hurt heartbroken

» Posted By robyn On 03.20.2013 @ 2:39 am

cities

the first time we are caught.
$90 trespassers’ fine
my father is a poor loser, takes it pouting & with a fit
but he was in bright yellow and i was in solid blue–
we were in an open prairie, it’s like a punchline, really–
because i am his daughter & his only one, he tells me,
‘do not think this means you should stop’
and on the way home he teaches me this
breaking into someplace else (an old train car sitting in the middle of the city)
–he got his doctorate for fun & he makes his 65k for the hell of it
& he never learned how to talk to young girls (not even his own)
& he thinks he raised me better than this:
i teach boys to hop the garden fences while i pay the entry fee
a failure by my father’s standards
(but i am not going to carry this last name on)

» Posted By robyn On 03.17.2013 @ 9:57 pm

covert

one night he asks me who was i before he knew me
and he means it in a certain way
i should more understanding, i should be more accommodating
in an honest accident i forget the important details
(here is a hole in my jeans from the winter i tripped
running down a sidewalk from a man pressing to bring me home
after i am out of his sight and finally in the dark alone)
i can’t distinguish between justifications and identified catalysts, i am leaving out the important parts

» Posted By robyn On 03.16.2013 @ 11:07 pm

i surpassed my fathers’ talent in photography
at the age of fourteen
when he consequently told me
the technology was bringing forth the obsolescence of its practitioners

but i am o.kay with a new guerrilla market
in which we all in the end agree
our own photos look the best on our own walls

and the starving artists are restored to their starving state
my father whose photos never won

» Posted By robyn On 03.16.2013 @ 6:54 pm

overt

(we had moved into this town together–)
standing in front of him for the first time in a month or more
his hand lifts from his side to my hipbone, solid through the denim
he says, ‘you are too thin, let me take you to dinner’
strawberries an hour ago, i say, ‘i wish i could, but’
and this is our new relationship.

» Posted By robyn On 03.15.2013 @ 5:45 pm

(we had moved into this town together–)
standing in front of him for the first time in a month or more
his hand lifts from his side to my hipbone, solid through the denim
he says, ‘you are too thin, let me take you to dinner’
strawberries an hour ago, i say, ‘i wish i could, but i already have’
and this is our new relationship.

» Posted By robyn On 03.15.2013 @ 5:17 pm

patrick greene
born on st. patrick’s day
sits next to me at the blood bank
says, ladies first
and listens while the nurse & i speak automatic small talk
it takes so long
he is patient, drinks water, smiles, i could be the one waiting
he does not understand when i say thank you so many times
i don’t really either

» Posted By robyn On 03.15.2013 @ 3:34 pm

blasted

in the time it takes you to come home again i think i will have gone
a text message that says, ‘the boys here always open doors!’ makes it clear i am not where you are
i’m saying things i don’t mean to say, i don’t watch myself

» Posted By robyn On 03.15.2013 @ 8:45 am

patrick greene
born on st. patrick’s day
sits next to me at the blood bank
says, ladies first
and listens while the nurse & i speak automatic small talk
it takes so long
he is patient, drinks water, smiles, i could be the one waiting
he does not understand when i say thank so many times
i don’t really either

» Posted By robyn On 03.15.2013 @ 8:29 am

mark the mountain climber
has strong arms like my boyfriend
and a deeper voice
he is really very fit
it makes me feel self conscious
we don’t talk anymore

» Posted By robyn On 03.14.2013 @ 8:59 pm

his rapist brother
looks at me
with a wedding band on his finger
and a bum eye that sticks
and i am not supposed to know these things about him
he now has a tattoo of the noble eightfold path on his back
light teasing, i am younger than him
i smile and take it, i smile and spit a witticism back
i look him in the other eye, the one that moves
but i think he knows
and i wonder if it ever comes up in interviews

» Posted By robyn On 03.14.2013 @ 8:35 pm

«« Back To Stats Page