Vonnie Postit

After popcorn removal,
I spot you from
across the humdrum
of everything in
...

(ain't no sunshine)

ain't no sunshine
when she's gone
...

I know I've never told you before.
But big, I am in…
something with you.
In something the way
...

looking at
sea crabs
crabby looking
looking at sea salt
...

richard struggles in his life.
he's thought about running away
from this life every day this week.
he dreams of wide open spaces
...

to me, the truth looks like a bullseye.
a series of rings, each smaller than the next
(it is disproportionate and shifts with the sun)
...

look at me.
go ahead,
look at me.
tell me what you see.
...

I am happy, yet all the same,
dreadfully disappointed. 
I really, really, really love poetry-
and that truly scares me.
...

With every insignificant breath,
with every mindless moment,
you feel.
How simple it is,
...

it's funny,
how we're
constantly suffocated
with the idea
...

order,
disorder-
First Order,
paradym?
...

the music will always play
the man will always
carefully move
his fingers down the body of his songbird
...

you would have liked the weather today.
as kind as you are, you like a
kind of cold that is unforgiving.
not that you'd think it's cold,
...

my watch makes this
unbelievably loud ticking noise.
sometimes i feel like im just waiting
for something to explode
...

On our last trip to your country together, Mima, I begged you to let me have a surfing lesson. I adored you, and your opinion, but perhaps not as much as most other people did. Because when you told me no, I begged, and begged and begged, until you gave in, out of guilt and love for me. I signed up for the lesson with my cousin, at a beach that was walking distance from Mira Flores. Mira Flores is so beautiful, isn't it? My uncle, whom you adopted so he could be a US citizen, bought you an apartment right in Mira Flores, because of all of the beautiful flowers, and the clear view of the sea, and everything in it. You always preferred to have your eyes on everyone; watching, protecting.

Well naturally, I was sexually assaulted that day. He was my surf instructor. He took me away from the others. He asked me, "can i kiss you". He was not interested in a response but I gave him one anyway. I do not remember what I said. He was 39. I was 17. He had tattoos and could lift me easily. He asked me to lay down. He rubbed me in places I didn't know were supposed to be rubbed. He felt me before anyone else did. He learned the curves of my body before I knew they could be known. As I lay on the board; his wrinkly, callused hands wandering my body placing pressure when he desired, occasionally kissing me, I stared towards the shore.
...

sitting in the car, behind the wheel,
eyes already dead.

sitting in the car,
...

love isn't something you find
it isn't something you choose either.
it's something that happens to you.
not slowly, either.
...

when I consider Friday's in between the cracks of puff, pass, out
pass out
time doesn't seem like an arrow with
an intended destination
...

an ode to Pimples

pimples,
polka dots,
...

at first—
i was okay.
for the first few weeks
maybe it was months or years
...