Phoebe Brown
mirth becomes her
creation as combat or else all consumed when
looking to be discovered i became invisible.
speak, why don't you? the bed hushes. eons ago
japanese knotweed tangled in the brick lined pathway
melted into battered fence. escaped from,
taste all disembark from entrappings. now
the dolls in their house are more woman than ever
cradling flowers, carving melons, spreading out
and laughinglaughinglaughing at you now
the products have claimed production the objects
must not stop must bear down and glitter,
glisten in green. because each tree does not
"stand alone in stillness" – they
reach in root duh
looking to be discovered i became invisible.
speak, why don't you? the bed hushes. eons ago
japanese knotweed tangled in the brick lined pathway
melted into battered fence. escaped from,
taste all disembark from entrappings. now
the dolls in their house are more woman than ever
cradling flowers, carving melons, spreading out
and laughinglaughinglaughing at you now
the products have claimed production the objects
must not stop must bear down and glitter,
glisten in green. because each tree does not
"stand alone in stillness" – they
reach in root duh
A Special Appointment
Gringa linda pretty girl a beautiful girl
Searching for your cervix sings ms. claire, while Maroon
moves her gaze in the rear view mirror tu me entiendes?
Yes I know what you said you speak Spanish? I know what you said
Claro . sorry I kept you so long forty in deep
Crooking cranking spatula dilates spectacular surrender. Awkward tension bunny hopping
to the next check in one of six: last name? Round the corner the elevator press five
Singing ms. claire hums searching swabbing
sorry my hands are cold when I if I sorry
Just a finger in I'll put in just a finger in and press down like mowing the lawn
syringical circle curtain closes cutlet keep open in the front
Strings ms. clair sings I see the strings ultraultimatum due to sound while
Searching for your cervix sings ms. claire, while Maroon
moves her gaze in the rear view mirror tu me entiendes?
Yes I know what you said you speak Spanish? I know what you said
Claro . sorry I kept you so long forty in deep
Crooking cranking spatula dilates spectacular surrender. Awkward tension bunny hopping
to the next check in one of six: last name? Round the corner the elevator press five
Singing ms. claire hums searching swabbing
sorry my hands are cold when I if I sorry
Just a finger in I'll put in just a finger in and press down like mowing the lawn
syringical circle curtain closes cutlet keep open in the front
Strings ms. clair sings I see the strings ultraultimatum due to sound while
Maroon likes that my pink socks match my pink dress with my pink roses she has dyed blonde hair
and brown eyes and feels her own selfs when she asks about my breasts she wonders why is the lamp
on the left side this time? It's always on the right?
They got it up there at sixteen?
No allergies?
and brown eyes and feels her own selfs when she asks about my breasts she wonders why is the lamp
on the left side this time? It's always on the right?
They got it up there at sixteen?
No allergies?
En la coche trabajando ya tu sabes no ella ella es engine light go flash! Flash! Flash.
cologne clogged arteries
it's all Latin to me
cologne clogged arteries
it's all Latin to me
It was so nice to meet you the six station ladies wavewavewave to the
elbow's length of gravity's pull on this invaded species
elbow's length of gravity's pull on this invaded species
the products claim production
(all our) eggs cracked
dropped sizzling smell
goo gone open (our)
dotted framing
chicken laid
yellow epicenter looming a
beaked sword split mouth
under feather gobble an
intrusion, this production,
fruit of churned labor a
living room in its sitter
the living room
smells like eggs
dropped
(all our)
eggs inside out
white surrounding while
hens hive in accustomed toil plated for porched pleasure
oil on a fine morning always (please)
warms ovals from ovaries cooking to come again
up a cause for consumption always (please)
fried flat facing forward at this house
tightened together in the pan sitting eating
(where our) eggs
eggs have made a mass our stored goodness
forked out at last
dropped sizzling smell
goo gone open (our)
dotted framing
chicken laid
yellow epicenter looming a
beaked sword split mouth
under feather gobble an
intrusion, this production,
fruit of churned labor a
living room in its sitter
the living room
smells like eggs
dropped
(all our)
eggs inside out
white surrounding while
hens hive in accustomed toil plated for porched pleasure
oil on a fine morning always (please)
warms ovals from ovaries cooking to come again
up a cause for consumption always (please)
fried flat facing forward at this house
tightened together in the pan sitting eating
(where our) eggs
eggs have made a mass our stored goodness
forked out at last
One Last Poem
What is there left to say? I was young a seventeen-year-old girl is never in her prime
I was in my room
I had begun to read
I read
"You will one day become"
And I wrote it down
On a sticky note and it stuck
On the wall of my mind.
I thought:
What relief!
One day I will
Wake up, becomed.
From fledgling to fledged thing
I will have soaked
Up enough to be solid a
Tangible, feelable arrival of me
At myself. But I find myself
Becoming strangely –
in spurts still – not so fast I – like cicadas from earth emerge –
from myself.
They said
Healing was most uninteresting. I give then
Discovery: Visibility: You
Pulling me
Outside of myself until I
Forget myself – forget my form –
And then there I am:
Standing next to you and I
allow myself to be seen
Housed in the swallows of
Painted scenes tacked in
The mirror of a Wednesday morning.
I was in my room
I had begun to read
I read
"You will one day become"
And I wrote it down
On a sticky note and it stuck
On the wall of my mind.
I thought:
What relief!
One day I will
Wake up, becomed.
From fledgling to fledged thing
I will have soaked
Up enough to be solid a
Tangible, feelable arrival of me
At myself. But I find myself
Becoming strangely –
in spurts still – not so fast I – like cicadas from earth emerge –
from myself.
They said
Healing was most uninteresting. I give then
Discovery: Visibility: You
Pulling me
Outside of myself until I
Forget myself – forget my form –
And then there I am:
Standing next to you and I
allow myself to be seen
Housed in the swallows of
Painted scenes tacked in
The mirror of a Wednesday morning.
fly to moonstone
dear old world, i am new to you again –
my clustered shame cascading on
your sidewalks, in deposits of pasts,
five pounds from being pretty. the
rattle tattle tale on the trolley
on the screeching line of green – oh!
life is green and glorious
and i’m yours, dear world. in my mind
outside on the bridge. today i walked across
the bridge, past the train, and pressed on. hello,
old habits. die hard. in my mind now all
blues turned such crimson, right finally enough
to fly to moonstone. i wrote "that" i meant
this
my clustered shame cascading on
your sidewalks, in deposits of pasts,
five pounds from being pretty. the
rattle tattle tale on the trolley
on the screeching line of green – oh!
life is green and glorious
and i’m yours, dear world. in my mind
outside on the bridge. today i walked across
the bridge, past the train, and pressed on. hello,
old habits. die hard. in my mind now all
blues turned such crimson, right finally enough
to fly to moonstone. i wrote "that" i meant
this
