Maya Weeks at Small Press Traffic Feb

                                   



                                                AND A PICTURE OF MY DOG IN HER KENNEL

by Maya Weeks

 

actually you know
i really do want to go
to australia

 

 

anticipate
precipitation

 

 

the sun wasn’t
going anywhere

 

 

small steps are well
okay

often
autobiography

 

 

swollen eyes

 

 

loose
lidded

 

sloppy
wishes

 

 

blood
shot

 

 

a lush
or a
persona

 

 

honey
and amber

 

 

what’s a nickname
that isn’t sugar

 

 

think about glucose

 

 

get the fuck out

 

 

the boy version
of julia warner

 

eia
eia

 

 

rapid
succession
of blinks

 

 

disintegration

 

 

infinity in
a hat

 

 

arise ear-
mark affection

 

 

crosseyed &
shaking

 

 

if someone were here
if i were somewhere

 

 

a so-so wish

 

a steady
and intractable
attraction

 

 

feeling too many feelings
to think thoughts

 

 

i am this easily sold
on dreams and visions

 

 

would be
delusional
to think
we change
ourselves
much as
we change
our lives

 

 

this is not ontological
this is sociological

 

 

repeat after me
no war
but the class war more
kissing less talking
more feeling
less thinking

 

 

i can hear
your voice
fom here

 

 

excuse me
something
is leaking

 

 

turn
stile

 

 

origami
substrate

 

 

como cinco
seis pies

 

 

tremendous
tremulous

 

all of a sudden you can hear everything

 

 

no need to drink
water it’s all coming in
through my skin

Maya Marie Weeks was born and raised on the central coast of California. Recent work has appeared in the East Bay publications ARMED CELL, See You Next Tuesday, the Vulgate, and The Feeling Is Mutual: A List of Our Fucking Demands. Oakland is the farthest she has ever lived from the ocean.