Page 84: NOTES by Giana Angelillo

NOTES by Giana Angelillo

from nonfiction notebook:
what dumb luck born out of
copper head mouths, stolen by
december clouds, the kinds
that burn the sky up pink like
a wet slap across my cheek

cockroach lil white mouth foam

I GET UP
GO TO THOMPSKINS
WAIT W A PASTRIE
COFFEE REPLACE
MENT
REPLACE ME W TWO
TINY MEN , GOLDEN
BROWN BAGGIES ,
FRESHLY STAMPED

grey laughter
vulnerable beneath
your suit jacket

on a receipt:
punch his eye sockets in till its PULP

from poetry journal:
own the bacon
what makes a person

love me for the moment
you deserve it, the candy wife
the rail line, the severed heads, fourteen
of them, placed biblically beneath your
bed.

in a dope warm daydream i pull him
into dark room on knees tease his
hair out from the scalp coat him with
hot spit

“you’re so crazy”
i am so crazy

keep fucking me. crazy girls we
come from broken homes fuck from
morning-to-morning fuck like our limbs’ll
fall apart if you stop touching
don’t stop touching

(a smiley face drawn in blood)

from french notebook:
veins sensation of coming into joy

southern boy caught me smoking
outside big black building
eyes creamy

i saw you in a scene on margritte ceilings
the gold leaf. the altar.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s