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Update for 05.13.08:
Male Model by Phil Doran
Set to Replay by Willie Smith
Backsliding by Cynthia Ruth Lewis
Tree by G. David Schwartz
05.05.08:
Disintegration by Don Hucks
Five Feet and Building by Joel Van Noord
Grocery Aisle by Richard Lighthouse
Cross the Road by Ashok Niyogi
04.29.08:
Lookalikes by Phil Doran
Dinner by Brandi Wells
The Modern Covenant by Daniel E. Wilcox
Death by Onions by Michael Frissore
04.21.08:
Future's Children by Kimberly Raiser
Identity Theft by George Anderson
The Datists by Adam Engel
A Great Deal of Money by Justin Hyde
04.14.08:
Mr. Papaya and Dale by Eric Suhem
California by Caroline Imreibe
Aftermath of Vehement Argument #1,068 by Cynthia Ruth Lewis
Trip-Hammer Vitality by Lisa Nickerson
04.07.08:
The Florence of Basel, or Why Readers of Nietzsche Need to Read Burckhardt by Jeff Crouch
Slideshow by Miles J. Bell
Friends of the Poet by Sean C. Bowen
Picture Perfect by Leah Baldwin
03.24.08:
The Streak by Jeremy Hendrix
Grab Your Butts by Emme Hor
Far Away by Ashok Niyogi
Staring Down a White-Tailed Doe by Aleathia Drehmer
03.17.08:
The Hairbrush by Vernard Kennedy
Dog Days of Winter by Niall Berkeley
Poem From My Grave by Michael Lee Johnson
Mashed Potatoes and Hamburgers by Matt Finney
03.10.08:
Hard Work by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
Jetty Cake Pigs by J.D. Nelson
I'm Quiet in Bed by Moctezuma Johnson
Tequila Shakes by Richard Lighthouse |
Is Broken Alarm Clock
by Zoe Alexandra
You weren't the person
And I am so fucking discontented
You weren't the person
And I am Miss Misery
like you said
You weren't the person
And I tried to make you
Pick apart your psyche
with a spatula and a fork
just like that
I tried to take the pieces
Of you apart
Like a broken alarm clock
I was trying to make you
Make me
Wake up
But I see now
That I've been hibernating
for some time nowadays
One time you said I was clumsy
One time you said I was fat
One time you asked
What do you contribute?
Write your little poems all day?
And you were right
so I cried
I cover my mouth
With my hand
I dig my nails
Into my face
I fuck up
Dinner parties
Because I always
Pick my nose
I fuck up train rides
Because I always talk too loud
I embarrass you in front of your mother
Your best friend
I tell your secrets to strangers
I rob you of your own opinion
I rob you of your own ability to speak
I smoke all your cigarettes
And ash all over the carpet
It's a miracle that you put up with me
Seriously
I am so fucked.
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Zoe Alexandra's writing has
been published in Best Lesbian Erotica 2007 (Cleis Press), My
Time Lunch Book (Poet Plant Press), Zygote in My Coffee,
The Commonline Project, Instant Pussy, Mad Swirl,
Deconstruction Quarterly, Silenced Press and forthcoming
poems will appear in Remark, Pink Elephants on Review, Word Riot
and Debris Magazine.
posted 12.10.07.
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