1.05.10

My roommate's girlfriend got me Queer Magnetic Poetry for my birthday. (Again, the irony.) Possibly one of the best presents I got this year, minus a vintage Michael Jackson belt, because this means I can write haikus everyday standing in front of the fridge in the morning. It's been an interesting source of inspiration for the 'kus. There are lots of ripe words for use, but I'm limited to only what I have on the fridge.

Here's what I've gotten so far:

I
the leather dildo
transforms this commitment to
passionate wet sex

II.
ask, eat my gender
see her feel his intimate
baby touch me feel our












III.
I am hard to love
between open flames, there is
hot skin full of life

IV.
I have here a head
out only for show; no use
a big dressed up ball















V.
it must happen, change
after choosing the always
who can bear never?

VI.
together we hide
safe; body partnered with me
union, beautiful

why do I love chicago again?

nothing more lovely
than melting snow revealing
layers of garbage