Some Days

Some days are

windows down cold beer in a cooler favorite songs on repeat all people invited bring your roommate bring your booze hell here have my pizza where do we wanna go next

days

Some days are

blankets drawn up shades never opened pillows scattered rewatch Happy Endings wait for the medication to work

days

and

Some days are

can't be bothered to flip a coin

days

Resist!

flags droop
leaflets tossed aside
glued to the pavement
by the rain

scattered protesters
wrapped in scarves
reconsider futility
at a young age

30 (After Emily)

To make a party it takes a friend and a beer, --
One friend, and one beer, and reverie,
The reverie alone will do
If friends are few.

Monmouth

Bought a Billy Joel album today
  from a street vendor
  just for my nostalgia

Because today felt
  like a summer of my childhood

Played catch, sweat
  and my ear hurts

Love to fall asleep
  on the backseat of
  my parent's rental

Sand drying between
  my toe
  on the long drive home

Smell the leather of my glove
  bend my cap 'til it's just right

Let the smell of the asphalt and
  the ac mix

Learn all the words
  to that Smash Mouth song

Giggle about the drug
  disclaimers on the radio

Stumble into the motel
  just in time
  for the last inning

Fall asleep on the itchy comforter
  and wake up underneath
  the crisp white sheets

A Poem About Nothing

Life should be equal parts

desk, barstool, and bed.

Me, I’m just cowering under-

neath the desk,

too afraid to check for demons.

visualization should

help

but the venn diagramm

of what is good

for me

and

what I can stand

turned into two poles

dragging in opposite directions

my structure has so

• many headings
• and subheadings
• and references
• and bulletpoints

it’s static again

chaos

white noise

as my pen leaves scars on

the empty page

I run out of letters

to combine

#MMwird5

I had a great time at yesterday's 5 Year Mädchenmannschaft Birthday Party. It was the first time I took the stage with my texts without the band. The other two spoken word performers during my session Anne Prinsregentenheim and Jayrome C. Robinet were amazing and it was a great honor to share the stage with them. Throughout the day I met wonderful people and also learned a lot.

The 'setlist' of my texts so to speak was as follows:

Commune
Crisis at Starbucks
One Bench
A Moment
You and Him
Too.
Kids
Asti in the Train
Dilemma

Update: It was great meeting so many people at the party and I for the most part had a good time, but not everything was great: A panel on activism and internet, the penultimate part of the program, turned into a discussion of different criticisms of the Slutwalk Berlin. When confronted with the (absolutely correct!) criticism especially re: the reproduction of racist sentiments and the lack of inclusion of PoC, the representatives of the Slutwalk organisation team - both on the podium and in the audience - reacted in a manner that only confirmed the criticism. @accalmie wrote a better text on the incident and the problems of Slutwalk than I ever could, so I highly recommend you all go read it now: You Walk Alone.

Belgian Beers.

"What a pity
you have a boyfriend."
he moaned
between sips.

His friend just shrugged
and lit himself another cigarette.

"You'd love him."