Entries By Robyn
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café
my chiropractor is indian with a formal english vocabulary under a heavy accent so he can get away with saying these things “you have such a lovely young body that i do not imagine at your age you are single very often for very long so make sure the next man that you see is spiritual” i do not visit him often because he does not keep his voice down
Posted By robyn On 04.22.2013 @ 8:52 pm
mumbling
leverage
“every time you are angry, write a love poem.” once i honked at a car who cut off mine & scared me
the man got back into the other lane rolled down his window, shouted, ‘i’m sorry’
i felt so terrible most people are basically good (but it’s such an easy thing to forget these days)
Posted By robyn On 04.15.2013 @ 7:02 pm
trench
and he takes me in honesty (and that is all there is to say on the matter)
Posted By robyn On 04.08.2013 @ 6:12 pm
vines
my first and only violent love was a schoolyard boy named david whose father shot himself on a baseball field he cried until he choked me and then he said sorry and held me tighter
Posted By robyn On 04.05.2013 @ 8:48 am
plague
i am terrified for the day he realizes i don’t exist but i think he already suspects it
Posted By robyn On 03.30.2013 @ 11:05 pm
remember the nights of poetry books&books and hours&hours quoting the good ones to each other, until we degenerated back into just-ourselves with our-vocabulary, fuck me like you’re alan watts (the memory ends – stoned sneaking out your second-floor window because your mother’s home from her chinese classes at community college, you were a necessary right-of-passage ) that i should miss but i don’t
Posted By robyn On 03.30.2013 @ 10:24 pm
bronze
(i think this was our first time, but fights don’t come easy to him)
always speaking honest to each other is a really good start but i get caught in poetry & abstractions and then we forget to settle on the same vocabulary again, i am poor at being plain and he has no obligation to be present to me
there is still some arabic in my head and it doesn’t help the problem any, but i translate my thoughts back and forth to pass the time between realizing he doesn’t mean to do me harm and remembering even succulents die
Posted By robyn On 03.29.2013 @ 12:16 am
either she fills the silence or i do
sometimes we are quiet enough that my noise & hers does not intersect (living in small spaces without headphones)
Posted By robyn On 03.28.2013 @ 11:53 pm
unfinished //
driving 95 flipping off semis, because i’m without the boy that keeps me good (he really isn’t all that far away, i just crawled out of his bed) but this is the new one night stand, the kind that takes you past city limits pt.2 i-love-you interpreted as “i understand you, & thank you for understanding me”
\\ never finished
Posted By robyn On 03.28.2013 @ 8:52 pm
winged
puts the red lipstick on too heavy, kisses off the excess into her inner wrist
lana del rey on the stereo & a boho beauty in front of me smoking her menthols cross-legged on the wooden floorboards in the frontroom, no furniture, she says ‘don’t tell me you love me until after’ sitting flipping half-naked through vintage victorian anatomical art, she says, ‘this will be my next tattoo’ points to a long-stemmed perennial in an old botanists’ catalouge her jazz musician boyfriend comes in, she laughs, her bracelets chiming, metal-on-metal, pulls him down by the forearm & crawls onto his lap i don’t love her at all (nothing left to do but lay down & i do, spine & the floor, missing my own musician like he was dead, daydream he’s playing a gig instead)
Posted By robyn On 03.22.2013 @ 11:15 am
beware
every shower is a bic razor and a routine of crushing four aspirin tablets in my palm, because i never replaced the face wash that ran empty two years ago– we were underage then but we made our own wine, (he kisses me and says we always have the most fun, i always have the most fun with you) except i don’t remember him and he doesn’t remember me, standing naked warm under water with a new body he wouldn’t know (longer, whiter, curvier, the excitation of new youth settled into plain proportions, i would be a virgin to him if we met again) stretching onto my toes thinking of someone else in his place, this is how strangers are
Posted By robyn On 03.20.2013 @ 10:17 pm
pained
me, sorrow, disappointed, lonely. sharp blades, bloodshed, tears. hurt heartbroken
Posted By robyn On 03.20.2013 @ 2:39 am
cities
the first time we are caught. $90 trespassers’ fine my father is a poor loser, takes it pouting & with a fit but he was in bright yellow and i was in solid blue– we were in an open prairie, it’s like a punchline, really– because i am his daughter & his only one, he tells me, ‘do not think this means you should stop’ and on the way home he teaches me this breaking into someplace else (an old train car sitting in the middle of the city) –he got his doctorate for fun & he makes his 65k for the hell of it & he never learned how to talk to young girls (not even his own) & he thinks he raised me better than this: i teach boys to hop the garden fences while i pay the entry fee a failure by my father’s standards (but i am not going to carry this last name on)
Posted By robyn On 03.17.2013 @ 9:57 pm
covert
one night he asks me who was i before he knew me and he means it in a certain way i should more understanding, i should be more accommodating in an honest accident i forget the important details (here is a hole in my jeans from the winter i tripped running down a sidewalk from a man pressing to bring me home after i am out of his sight and finally in the dark alone) i can’t distinguish between justifications and identified catalysts, i am leaving out the important parts
Posted By robyn On 03.16.2013 @ 11:07 pm
i surpassed my fathers’ talent in photography at the age of fourteen when he consequently told me the technology was bringing forth the obsolescence of its practitioners
but i am o.kay with a new guerrilla market in which we all in the end agree our own photos look the best on our own walls
and the starving artists are restored to their starving state my father whose photos never won
Posted By robyn On 03.16.2013 @ 6:54 pm
overt
(we had moved into this town together–) standing in front of him for the first time in a month or more his hand lifts from his side to my hipbone, solid through the denim he says, ‘you are too thin, let me take you to dinner’ strawberries an hour ago, i say, ‘i wish i could, but’ and this is our new relationship.
Posted By robyn On 03.15.2013 @ 5:45 pm
(we had moved into this town together–) standing in front of him for the first time in a month or more his hand lifts from his side to my hipbone, solid through the denim he says, ‘you are too thin, let me take you to dinner’ strawberries an hour ago, i say, ‘i wish i could, but i already have’ and this is our new relationship.
Posted By robyn On 03.15.2013 @ 5:17 pm
patrick greene born on st. patrick’s day sits next to me at the blood bank says, ladies first and listens while the nurse & i speak automatic small talk it takes so long he is patient, drinks water, smiles, i could be the one waiting he does not understand when i say thank you so many times i don’t really either
Posted By robyn On 03.15.2013 @ 3:34 pm
blasted
in the time it takes you to come home again i think i will have gone a text message that says, ‘the boys here always open doors!’ makes it clear i am not where you are i’m saying things i don’t mean to say, i don’t watch myself
Posted By robyn On 03.15.2013 @ 8:45 am
patrick greene born on st. patrick’s day sits next to me at the blood bank says, ladies first and listens while the nurse & i speak automatic small talk it takes so long he is patient, drinks water, smiles, i could be the one waiting he does not understand when i say thank so many times i don’t really either
Posted By robyn On 03.15.2013 @ 8:29 am
mark the mountain climber has strong arms like my boyfriend and a deeper voice he is really very fit it makes me feel self conscious we don’t talk anymore
Posted By robyn On 03.14.2013 @ 8:59 pm
his rapist brother looks at me with a wedding band on his finger and a bum eye that sticks and i am not supposed to know these things about him he now has a tattoo of the noble eightfold path on his back light teasing, i am younger than him i smile and take it, i smile and spit a witticism back i look him in the other eye, the one that moves but i think he knows and i wonder if it ever comes up in interviews
Posted By robyn On 03.14.2013 @ 8:35 pm
director
but if i could make you homesick and bring you back home to me safe i would (there are worse things)
Posted By robyn On 03.12.2013 @ 4:41 pm
a modern haiku for two lovers, wherein one of them is absent and syllables are left uncounted:
denver to las vegas. 14 hours highway; no stopover for a motel. one of us sleeps sitting up.
Posted By robyn On 03.12.2013 @ 4:28 pm
withered
and you dreamt. something sweet and warm, the corner of your lip tugged upward, and i held your hand and you were loved in complete comfort, the fulfilled purpose of the universe
Posted By robyn On 03.10.2013 @ 3:48 pm
returned
two weeks in love. different cities, and he asks me, do i pay enough attention to you and he is brave enough to ask but i am not brave enough to answer (no, listen to me, i’m missing you, i’m sad from missing you) 11.11, and he says, i do not know what to wish for and i do not know what to tell him (please wish for my relief) but i don’t mind i have been more lost than this (and still i will follow you, and still i will follow you)
Posted By robyn On 03.08.2013 @ 9:04 am
flames
and we assume the natural position of our intimacy. (it has always been a closer one, sometimes i wish we could’ve been park bench lovers) two heads, one pillow, we rest one ribcage on the mattress and we point the other towards the sky, this is how we lay on our sides, like it were a prayer to both the soil and the stars –
Posted By robyn On 03.05.2013 @ 8:39 pm
startled
The door popped open suddenly. She looked up, startled. “Where did you come from?” she asked the visitor. “I came back for you.” “That’s not what I asked,” she replied. “No, but it’s what you wanted to hear. Just accept it, I came back for you and only you.”
Posted By Robyn On 02.25.2013 @ 9:43 pm
