Day 2 of 30 days 30 poems

the man put his hand on the stove and decided not to remove it
he felt the searing burn of the electric heat on his flesh but still
despite every impulse in his body he refused to take it away
as the tips of his fingers began to catch flame and crumble
like five cigarettes dwindling before his very eyes he wondered
am i any of this? what line have i crossed that no one else has
am i a hero? will it be a legacy worth telling that one day i
a man no different than any other man decided to put my hand
literally into the fire, here in the midst of this suburban whiteness
here in the midst of this humming refrigerator talk show blues
white bread bologna kraft single mayonnaise sandwich cut the crust
is it worth it that i burned myself alive alone here inside of my home
inside the strange tube light shadows of this cookie cutter kitchen
his wrists on fire his arms on fire all of him on fire until he disappeared

and then bones carried away into clinical labs
and then the dust of a human life swept up
sucked up into a vacuum separate from everything

and then what?

because making something disappear isn’t enough
you have to bring it back


(Day 1 of 30 Days 30 Poems for NaNoWriMo)

this is gonna hurt.

my mouth
spitting out bullets
like sunseeds

into your
false teeth
like baby aspen

and in the
of this
we find that
there was nothing
buried beneath our

and so i sleep
on pills
and dreams
of reeling fitness tapes
and the skeleton key
to a family house

and elephants on
and monkeys in
keep spinning around
the circus
but guess what
we tried
like hell
and now
we know
what we suspected
we knew
all along

that we’d both come out banged up
and maybe better off