sexy little road trip journal #4
i am beyond hungover in chicago. to be hungover at 6pm? they said it couldn’t be done! here are this week’s poems i luv u
XOXOX PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A HUNGOVER SLUT XOXOX
road trip poem #11
last night we played truth or dare
and I walked into a screen door
shame is comfortable at this point &
I still don’t really get how to make coffee
do you think anyone has ever said the word “anyways” during sex?
I’m gonna make t-shirts that say
“waiting for god to txt me back”
and make a million dollars
I’m gonna get lunch with alex and take a nap
we’ve recently decided everything is easy
and that 8 hours isn’t that much
if you love someone that’s so nice
if you need to know something
there’s probably a youtube video about it
remember when I was depressed
and we watched that guy
kill all those wasps with his hands?
he was wearing gloves but still
I wonder if he knows about me
road trip poem #12
sara says her art friends in philly
aren’t happy and they aren’t even close
I wonder if I should get a dishwasher
yesterday we drove through south dakota,
minnesota, wisconsin. we pulled over
right where james wright saw those lonely horses
& I tell you I’d been thinking about his hammock poem
where he says he wasted his life
because we saw the sun
reflecting off that buffalo dung
in yellowstone which was overrated then amazing
how deep does the ground go by the way?
that night we had sex under the stars
and I peed in the wrong place after
do you think they will know it was me?
I do my best work when I’m hungover & mortified
no one ever got any good ideas from feeling perfect
road trip poem #13
my therapist is on a staycation
and I don’t miss her telling me
I should write a show about this
in wyoming I ignore emails
and get a minor concussion
from hitting my head on the doorframe of a gondola
gondola concussion
now you’ve heard everything
we go to the park and look at all the gaping holes
with a bunch of people carrying sticks
and digital cameras
what the fuck is a digital camera
what year is it
I’m so likable and spoiled
and wounded
there’s something here about wishing
that when I got cut
the hole looked like a jewel
but it does and then it goes away
everyone is being so odd to me
and I’m the only one who can’t
control my feelings apparently
road trip poem #14
I want a brownstone in the west village
and a fuck you glass house in the hollywood hills
I want butter on a bagel and extra dressing on the side
I want to itch this bite til it bleeds
and go braless at the rooftop bar
without having to go to the bathroom
and hold my tits up so they stay on their little shelf
I want my life to turn out how I hoped
I want to cum without touching my clit for once
road trip poem #15
you ask if I know how to make it
so that the screen on your phone never turns off
I cant promise that but I really want to get a dog
with you in my 30s, which sounds mythic
I can’t think about being 30 without picturing myself in eileen fisher
barefoot holding a mason jar
tan and talking about healing modalities
on the road I pee every 2 hours
and we eat grape flavored gum
it tastes like medicine but that’s what I need
road trip poem #16
when I’m this hungover
I feel like everyone is older than me
or younger. last week I bit into a fork
and chipped my tooth
we were having buffalo cauliflower
in Jackson hole, which is way too crowded
but I guess that’s my fault too
if someone doesn’t like my poems
they don’t have to read them
If someone doesn’t go online
they can still feel bad
I cant believe we have to meet jack in an hour
I’m not even hungry
which is how I know something is really wrong
road trip poem #17
I think a company that mailed me free sunglasses
just unfollowed me on Instagram
we agree that watching the sun set
is better than watching it rise
after its up you have to just like
…do a whole day
I’ve gone full-tilt suburban mom
leaving my coffee on top of the car as we speed off
unbuttoning my jeans as we drive
wishing I was somewhere else for a second
and then changing my mind
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