Member Poem

May says rain is coming, says check the windows, says it gets worse from here.

The tide came through and washed us all up like garbage. See the Midwest soaked and salted to the bone in this dream I had drunk and twitching. I took my rage and set it under the biggest rock I could find and left it there. Older now that I understand it. Quicker now that I sink into it. 18 says, "you look good with your hair like that, like a woman like that, hands on your lips and your lips like that." 18 says, "I took my love to the water and tossed it in, I took off my clothes then started on the skin." 18 tells me I look just like my mama, I say my mama doesn't look like my mama, I say it sleeps in her brain. 18 looks sad, looks like some sad art, like some sad artist, shedding her hair for the birds. The birds look like knives in my dream. The knives look like birds in the sink. I take the knife to the lake but I dump my body in instead. I take my body to the trash pit and I burn it with the grass. May bruises moss and eggplant. May leaves her fist in the ice and doesn't come back for it. May says something so evil it can't be repeated.