1. a hair’s breadth
    smaller yet
    a hair’s breath
    hot damp wet
    puff across the back
    your neck
    skin raised goose
    bumps shiver
    wet sticky
    strands catch
    between fingers
    trailing hands
    close squeeze
    quiver to shake
    down rolls drops
    sweat pooled
    drool etched patterns
    in the tarp stretched
    spread wide
    gathers
    a puddle
    of melted
    human


    Tagged #poetry #jillc
     

  2. desperate their need
    to speak

    lacking a language as loud
    as their feelings

    they embrace
    only silence

     

  3. taxidermy
    left out overnight
    in a downpour

    the newspaper
    coffin full of the pumpkin
    soul scooped out
    guts sacrificed for
    the lantern

    a four hundred
    pound clown
    face

    i am
    sad and heavy
    tonight that’s all

     

  4. if the oppressors ever
    truly give up their
    privilege

    we best be prepared
    to give up our
    suspicion

    otherwise
    it is all
    for nothing

    Tagged #poetry #jillc
     

  5. somebody else’s creep

    sometimes
    i feel guilty
    for not assuming
    every unknown man
    who approaches me
    is creepy

    often when
    i am generous
    with my benefit
    of the doubt
    i feel like
    a lout

    an anti-feminist
    betrayer of the cause
    for failing to be
    appropriately
    offended

    i feel even worse
    sometimes
    when I am
    spastic spontaneous
    and friendly
    to strangers

     

  6. keep walking

    boots bloodied
    lips smeared
    snot trailed across
    blotchy tear wet fat
    cheeks

    carry on
    as if
    our lives
    truly are
    a luxury

    marching orders
    held tight
    in fists

    packs ready full
    of lies

    we feed ourselves
    all day long
    one at a time

    you can’t eat
    truth
    but oh!

    how i could try

    Tagged #poetry #jillc
     

  7. trixclibrarian:

    i want to see a baby eat a spider
    i want to see a lady spit out flies

    i want to see the nested layers
    collapse

    i want to see the world’s vagina
    i want to see it folded in your sky

    i want to see our consciousness
    in relapse

    i want to see what happens to me
    i want to see the talkers listening

    i want to see all the competitors
    prolapse

    i want to see the sound of flattery
    i want to see the taste of hate

    i want to see the time for greed
    elapsed

    i want to see the parlour dismantled
    i want to see the meals bite back

    i want to see the web of natural
    patterns reattached

    Tagged #poetry #jillc
     

  8. the chicken or the same egg

    i don’t believe in capitalism
    i don’t long for success or celebrity
    i don’t believe in leadership
    i don’t tolerate greed
    i don’t believe in hierarchy
    i don’t want power
    for
    nor over
    anybody

    you can’t defend your copyright
    and pretend you do so to seek
    justice

    perhaps equality

    but i’m not interested
    in highlighting
    or grasping for
    equivalency

    with these things
    that look like
    monsters
    to me

    Tagged #poetry #jillc
     

  9. chicken or the egg
    regardless
    i  need
    a whole new
    barnyard

    Tagged #poetry #jillc
     

  10. considering
    the option
    of stopping
    the seeking
    for answers
    bit

    in favor
    of hunches
    for conversing
    with questions

    in the moment

    content to leave
    answers mostly
    dazed and out
    of it


    Tagged #poetry #jillc
     

  11. i want to see a baby eat a spider
    i want to see a lady spit out flies

    i want to see the nested layers
    collapse

    i want to see the world’s vagina
    i want to see it folded in your sky

    i want to see our consciousness
    in relapse

    i want to see what happens to me
    i want to see the talkers listening

    i want to see all the competitors
    prolapse

    i want to see the sound of flattery
    i want to see the taste of hate

    i want to see the time for greed
    elapsed

    i want to see the parlour dismantled
    i want to see the meals bite back

    i want to see the web of natural
    patterns reattached

    Tagged #poetry #jillc
     

  12. charming

    he wanted to save her
    but on the cheap
    & without effort

     

  13. The day comes when you did nothing wrong
    yet still you cannot keep the creature alive.

    The day comes when you know he was wrong
    in refusing to believe you did not tell
    one single lie.

    The day even comes when you discover
    that he has learned

    at the exact moment it no longer matters
    and will never.

    The day comes when neither of you can
    deny he wanted to take
    but not to
    give.

    The day comes when
    his giving is revealed
    to be a different kind
    of taking. 

    The day comes when you did nothing wrong
    but you see the creature has always been
    like every one of us and them
    the center of its own universe.

    Whenever we pretend
    not to care

    we do it in
    our own interest.

    Tagged #poetry #jillc
     

  14. uncertainty being the only reason
    to consider releasing the snake
    back into the wild

    convenience is a zero
    sum game

    ego
    its sure
    best friend

    together
    they behead it
    time and again

     

  15. been there done

    hair shining pupils dilated
    richly scented
    in mutual musk

    sitting next to each other
    at the table
    across from themselves

    hands and messages
    sent swiped back
    and forth

    the width
    of the slick
    smooth surface

    lips stood red
    and tongue-lipped
    wet

    ankles pursed
    and pressed

    under knees
    below hips
    above the dangling
    arches of feet

    intensity burned
    past pure
    genuine

    a thorough
    if brief
    romantic interrogation

    followed by
    silent shared
    indictment

    a damning sensation

    then finally
    four fists
    of dirt tossed
    into a wide open
    coffin