Scientific Method, a poem

Now, you are a labeled specimen
Preserved in a glass jar
Floating in Miller Lite.

Now, every time I look at the shelf
There's the jar right where I put it.
No more shenanigans. 

Now, I can walk past the shelf
And not even be distracted.
Not even lose my train of thought.

Now, you are retired from the experiment.
Now, your actions and reactions
Are not being studied, recorded.

Now, the book on this subject
Is shelved in Reference.
No surprises in there. No updates.

Genes, a poem

can you pass me the salt
can you pass me the soap
can you pass me a needle and thread
can you pass me the sun
and a watering can
can you pass me a wooden spoon
can you pass me a cigarette
can you pass me a strawberry
can you pass me another strawberry

can you pass me the hurt stuck in your genes
can you pass me great legs to soften the blow
can you pass me the dirt under your nails
that you call mother
can you pass me a well so deep
and turn my gratitude into oil
can you pass me stories without words
that I can only hear with my hands
can you pass me a drink
can you pass me when you go
to say goodbye

Grandmother of my Grandmother, a poem

That tortured troll's stink-
clammy and pissy
soured milk and mean sweat
hateful cunt and sharp pits
would have smelled worse if she could

That vile matriarch
slave of a patriarch
misogynist mother
hated her little girls to death.
- stick em in a closet
stick em with a stick
let the men stick em 
with whatever they please

My grandmother's nails were perfect
My grandmother moisturized with scented oils
My grandmother patted with perfumed powders
My grandmother dripped in gold
My grandmother bleached her sheets in the sun
My grandmother drank her share
and yours
My grandmother bathed three times a day.

Things, a poem

Move things.
Place things. Put things.
Slide things. Clean things.
Arrange things.
Create things.
Admire things. Admonish things.
Break things.
Recycle things. Throw things.
Collect things.
Lift things. Weigh things.
Drop things. 
Kick things. Grab things.
Replace things. Caress things.
Protect things.
Repair things. Lose things.
Forget things. Eat things.
Drink things.
Hold things. Burn things.
Blow things. Explore things.
Decide things.
Keep the breath moving steadily throughout.

And pray, a poem

I lost her and it hurt so watch out
She slipped through my arms
alone and away
under a quarantine she never understood
so watch out
cause when she couldn't remember
who god was 
she would hold her rosary and pray
shannon loves me
shannon loves me
shannon loves me
and now she's gone 
and now I can't remember 
how to dim myself