#rjequality

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rj equality: #selfie

I could just shave up to my ankles Said to me by a man who doesn't Read but was reading a magazine I left a towel on the stove & stepped Into the shower & started to shower Last night I ate a handful of almonds And sang to someone I don't know Last night I knew how to live w/ it And forgot to write out the directions A new shirt came in & a new roast I'm trying real hard to listen to others I try really hard to also listen to you The best poem was written in 1969 We spent so much money on it too

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rj equality: selfie with grace cathedral

For Andy

We shucked rocks at the snake We picked posies -- I want to write Hyacinths, but they were posies -- We named things & took notes At the reactions to their names. Once you caught a sunfish & I saw six hatchlings slither Into Put-In-Bay. Once you Caught a bluegill & made me Take out the hook & I didn't Think to say it then but I thought : Fuck you & felt so bad afterwards I washed my own mouth out. Tonight we're drunk again But talking -- well, texting -- About our parents for probably The very first time. You say : I've got a song stuck in my head : Me too, I say, except it isn't a song It's us walking under Grace Cathedral Completely out of breath & sweaty.

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rj equality: selfie as margaret trying on new Shoes mid-nebraska

yesterday I swizzled Margaret something mean & midwestern I let her catch dust I let anything happen on Tuesdays with icicles & wild ire dialogues in an open hand catch me some metric symmetry some gasoline drops out of the ear but the oracles read our future in her frets: let’s spend less time being ourselves & more time being each other the fireflies do their thing at night Margaret does better     for Margaret Thatcher (2008-2012)

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rj equality: advice to other people

got caught up in these last three afternoons listening to children talk about space & times when poems feel like the only planets worth looking at or stepping on i’m guilty of it too ambivalence in the mouth sticking out like a sucker in the rain keep your eyes at the level of their ears the chorus says: when you feel like shrinking shrink no, no. why am i so afraid of chatter? i am not the politician’s floor speech that stoops down to haunt our interiors when you feel like shrinking shrink my hair keeps browning but i am not warfare when the door opens shake the first hand you can find

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rj equality: bathroom selfie at twenty-three

Daedalus combs the bay for the shape of his dead son he finds a wooden hand grasping a sand dollar I am his monster Monsanto with my fingers in everyone's drinks at the party I cruise the back of the bar for someone we might know or someone to fuck us the bathroom lights wave to us our fingers on the shutters I am the rip in the skies the day Daedalus returned to the lathe [ / . . . . . . . . . . . . ] How can I write poetry? my father loves me