olive

love is a trap.
an unfair drunk heart.
a muscle with memory loss.
too sick with amnesia
to recollect
flailing its arm in the dark
with stupid faith on a death bed.
god must be dead,
or laughing,
read your bible
acquaint yourself with sin.
wither away like an olive in gin.

grandma

i am so sick of your nay, nay, nay

is that the only word in your vocabulary?

i have my grandmother's rage

its beginning to activate

she was a mean old woman,

but i loved her just the same.

id do everything she'd say

so she wouldnt hurt my mother.

she had this terrible way

of making everyone hate each other.

and i'd lay awake, thinking of my escape,

just like tonight.

its the dirtiest way to fight.

From this point on,

its all just fluff.

i know how to be a little cream puff.