Entries By corey leigh kirby
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tales
of giant beanstalks and men on moons and bread-crumb trails, it is no wonder we are so unsatisfied.
Posted By corey leigh kirby On 03.12.2013 @ 5:05 am
wall
walls yellow from cigarette smoke, peeling from humidity of georgia. her baby begins to cry and she looks down at him as if she has forgotten he is the weight in arms. as if she did not remember that without him, she wouldn’t feel so heavy.
Posted By corey leigh kirby On 02.04.2013 @ 9:46 am
speak
the wood floor speaks to my feet as they sweep up & down the hall.
“go to sleep” it creaks, moans as wind bends beneath it.
when you are a writer, everything talks.
Posted By corey leigh kirby On 01.27.2013 @ 10:33 am
must
never think about rain and baseball and the sound of a wet bat missing the thin skin of a perfect pitch.
Posted By corey leigh kirby On 01.07.2013 @ 5:35 pm
determined
he puts a cigarette between his lips. “I thought you quit”, i say.
he makes a gun with his index finger and thumb, aims it at a passing plane.
“there are worse ways to die.”
Posted By corey leigh kirby On 12.13.2012 @ 10:17 am
presented
on knees, she begs god to do something. to help her, hasn’t she suffered enough? she wonders.
god shakes his head. this presentation, he has seen it before.
Posted By corey leigh kirby On 12.10.2012 @ 3:15 pm
roof
roof under our backs slants us forward- an offering. if we push off, a bemused moon will catch us.
Posted By corey leigh kirby On 12.07.2012 @ 11:02 am
both
i ask if you would rather be blind or deaf?
both, you say.
Posted By corey leigh kirby On 12.03.2012 @ 11:31 am
holder
man, with too small nails from biting, watches the woman holding a beer by its neck remembering how those hands once folded his shirts while singing.
Posted By corey leigh kirby On 07.25.2012 @ 5:06 am
bucket
she carries mulch in a tin bucket, dirty gloves, hand shovel, and piles them by the neighbor’s fence.
Posted By corey leigh kirby On 07.08.2012 @ 11:27 am
base
it didnt matter if the batter made it to first base. all that mattered was wink you gave me before you threw the first pitch.
Posted By corey leigh kirby On 05.18.2012 @ 4:56 pm
tasting
toes tasting water- this moment we think will be the best of our lives.
this moment we will later think about when we worry we have let the wrong person go.
Posted By corey leigh kirby On 05.07.2012 @ 4:48 pm
hallowed
the way he says your name, palms lifted in marbled air showing you have evaporated into sky and cloudy heaven,
it is as if you were never quite real.
Posted By corey leigh kirby On 04.30.2012 @ 11:28 am
alibi
they want to know where i have been all this time. - in a cold state, wearing sunglasses, smoking cigarettes.
Posted By corey leigh kirby On 04.29.2012 @ 2:31 pm
scorn
when he kisses his thumb and presses it against my forehead I know he is thinking about how much hates me. how he wishes gravity would lift me into cloud.
Posted By corey leigh kirby On 04.23.2012 @ 4:06 pm
sound
then nothing, the world without ears. a bird watching, prepared for flight.
Posted By corey leigh kirby On 04.22.2012 @ 10:12 am
earring
i am sorry i lost one of the ruby earrings daddy bought you for your anniversary it has been ten years and still i keep looking in tall grass.
Posted By corey leigh kirby On 04.17.2012 @ 6:24 pm
desk
just papers that fly around the room like winged poetry.
Posted By corey leigh kirby On 04.15.2012 @ 5:08 pm
flip
open to a new page that I will still be unable to write on.
Posted By corey leigh kirby On 04.04.2012 @ 4:53 am
demonstration
he wants to show me the proper way to drink red wine; room temperature, large-rimmed glass. but I want him to demonstrate other things.
Posted By corey leigh kirby On 03.07.2012 @ 5:02 pm
sweat
the window sweats sensing rain. music hums from inside- kitchen acts as a ballroom for two old lovers.
Posted By corey leigh kirby On 03.04.2012 @ 9:20 am
popcorn
we see a film we have never heard of. we do not pay attention to the plot line or the characters or the popcorn-eating guests. we fumble in the dark to find each other’s hands.
Posted By corey leigh kirby On 02.27.2012 @ 7:29 am
medical
with ease, he removes the splinter from her palm, and kisses everything horrible away.
Posted By corey leigh kirby On 02.23.2012 @ 8:05 am
gallery
artwork of strung beads and chipped glass lines your walls. discarded items others could not see the beauty of. they are your hands and eyes of the world. so astonishing, insignificant.
Posted By corey leigh kirby On 02.22.2012 @ 7:08 am
curse
he tells me i am the worst thing that has ever happened. that he wishes he could subtract me from his life. something damned.
Posted By corey leigh kirby On 02.20.2012 @ 8:21 pm
balloon
your fingers curl around the tangled string of a red balloon. “your wish?” you ask. you don’t wait for my answer. you let go.
Posted By corey leigh kirby On 02.19.2012 @ 7:04 pm
track
I watch as you trace your finger along the curve of my shoulder, and down.
Posted By corey leigh kirby On 02.18.2012 @ 8:49 am
ants
when we were children we would place cardboard firecrackers in dirt mounds and watch ants scurry in rushed retreat. our terrorism.
Posted By corey leigh kirby On 02.17.2012 @ 7:00 am
