from I did it I said it
- Traveling the length of a hypothetical office globe Swallowing at the same time every day a series of yellow, pink, and blue pills x’ing out each day of the calendar until the prison gates opened for my love Asking forgiveness in all the wrong places Trying on a hat and facing the young sales girl in the mirror how old do you think I am, honey? Drinking red wine out of a straw - Now I think everything has a heart You put the oh in boat Now I think everything is a moving fluttering yearning being capable of mass loss capable of feeling alive when touched or when its senses are tipped or licked Is this how you survive? Calling all oceanographers! Or is it, unfortunately, you’re not gonna survive the flood at all? - For may we rest our soft bones in water Black as your mother’s love Warm as your mother’s love Sixteen and lord I pray you save me, as they say me Can I get a oh yeah? then and a PLEASE STAY THE FUCK WHERE YOU ARE Now you, you, You can come here But you, YOU BETTER STAY THE FUCK WHERE YOU ARE You— You may rise RISE I said Rise! And rinse yourself Then me Yes Rinse me With the water that is good Over the wooden beams Now say Goodbye Say them All Yes it’s time Say them now Say them Now Say them all Without letting go we can lose everything - Shmear every shoft shmuck. - You aren’t who you pretend to be Our bulldog licks her ass and then grinds her jaw up and down up and down savoring the proteins of her privates You are who you pretend to be I stop a neighbor’s hound from what I believe to be raping our bulldog and his owner and I get into an argument His owner: Are you kidding me? Why would Duke need to rape anyone? It’s not the drag itself which will take you off your feet How would you like it if someone kicked you in your balls when you tried to take a fucking shower? that’s what that is, when dogs do that, it’s their way of fucking bathing themselves But the shadow the hiccup the echo after the drag that will make you buckle at your knees - You told me to think more I told you to not think so much To go more with your gut Feeling to go more with your soul You told me to just listen I told you I do listen but You have to speak a Little faster sometimes if You want people to be able to Keep following you You would scare me / I would hurt you - Do you ever think Fuck it lets just go and be Game show people - How do you know this is the right one How do you know this is the right way to do it Do you ever look at a person and go Gee, if only I had that in my life wouldn’t it be Better well then this might apply To you! - No I actually— I don’t Because it’s Actually really hard To become game show people - Things I will miss BOOSH / Soul Fear for the end Obama Out dreadnaught foods eaten with chopsticks slow-dancing with someone who turns you on / for the first time starlight music food that can be eaten with our hands lovebird music lovebirds love specifically horns and the dust on top dreams within dreams the wet ghosts the locks the ghost stories nests made from mail and books that were once set fire to the wolf mother the wolf father as the only link to most of all nothing changing a baby’s diaper for the first time standing with our backs against the walls while we wait for bad bad men to pass our beautiful earth and the reasons why making love to you in cars / i agree it’s the fixation that keeps me coming back for more as well as you and your always detonated and your never detonating ways
Poet and performer Valerie Hsiung is the author of three full-length poetry collections: e f g: a trilogy (Action Books, 2016), incantation inarticulate (O Balthazar Press, 2013), and under your face (OBP, 2013). Her poetry and interviews can be found or is forthcoming in an array of places, including American Letters & Commentary, Apiary, Black Nerd Problems, Cloud Rodeo, Cosmonauts Avenue, Bone Bouquet, Denver Quarterly, DIAGRAM, Diode Poetry Journal, Hayden’s Ferry Review, Luna Luna Magazine, Mad Hatters’ Review, Moonshot, New Delta Review, PEN Poetry Series, Prelude, RealPoetik, Tammy, and VOLT. She has performed at Casa Libre en la Solana, Common Area Maintenance, Leon Gallery, Poetic Research Bureau, Rhizome, Shapeshifter Lab, and Treefort Music Festival, among elsewhere. Born in Cincinnati, Ohio, Hsiung studied literary translation and ecopoetics at Brown University and is currently based out of Brooklyn, New York, where she works as a modern-day matchmaker. She serves as an editor for Poor Claudia. Find her online athttp://flowersintheirmouths.