Yesterday, a 5 year old walked past me and said
“THUG MENTALITY.” I stopped and pondered her words
and then gave them to a street vendor in exchange for
a popsicle. Commence the tip-toeing!
Your propensity for tasteless furniture has given you
a mouthful of acid rain and gumdrops.
11:30 PM is always too late.
Children bounce balls off stomachs while
the microwave is left on. In the distance,
something cracks and falls apart.
The bed neat and unencumbered.
I looked at the solar eclipse and now I’m seeing green spots. They remind me of you upside down and before we met. The Internet says my retina is destroyed so I’m prepared for ocular meltdown in oversized sweatpants and wet hair. Bring out the bouncy balls! When I was 12, the doctor told my parents that I should see a psychologist because I was convinced I was going blind, then I was convinced I had skin cancer, and then I was convinced I had a brain tumor. I was convinced. I wanted a CT scan. There was nothing in my brain except the I’s/eyes (pick one) that have built house. My mother tells me to think with my belly button. I stuffed you in my belly button and think about cool water in the palm of a hand. Makeup melts off a face. Hearts where there are none.
I can’t tell the difference between donde vs cuando and if that doesn’t give you an indication of my current state of being then I don’t know what will. I only wore makeup 1/5 of this week and no it wasn’t intentional thanks. To examine this troubling issue, I trotted into the local hospital and took X-rays of my hands without asking anybody. The pictures turned out black and white because the doctor said they haven’t figured out color or maybe he said the two lacks of color reveal the tears in bone. Pronounced teeeers not tares. “Get it right get it tight.” It turns out it was just that time of the month. My mother told me that I shouldn’t tell anyone about the red . (pronounced dot) so I tweeted it because I’m a 21st century woman.
TMI: My best friend just asked my other best friend if he’d take her with him the next time he went to his biannual STD check-up. And he said no. She laughed because she thought he was kidding. But we all know the truth.
The Truth: I actually don’t have any friends let alone best friends because of my commitment issues.
Advertisement: Looking for a friend or best friend, but if you think the “best” is pushing it, I’m ok with just friends too. **Must be able to deal with spontaneous moments of flight in which I one day will leave you because I’m claustrophobic.** Don’t worry, I’ll leave a note.
The Note: I can’t do this anymore. It’s not you. It’s me. Enjoy the chocolates I’ve left with the note. They’re dark chocolate, which is suppose to be good for your health, but to be honest I think they’re kinda gross. Enjoy the flower I picked from your yard. It was a good run. You almost made it.
P.S. I want blue lipstick because this red is just NOT cutting it for me.
titanium, boom shocka, kill di woofa.
If you are not weak then I will start to feel like I’ve had enough
Issue tears, and we in unguent failure
A veces en el verano, llueve, solo un poco, debajo de los arboles.
It is the glottal gaze.
It is cosmic fluorescence.
It is a mouth full of needles.
Mirrors stuck between teeth.
The space where lightning meets cloud:
like the excrescence of something forgotten.
The faux-fur mulch my skin could not contain
My _____ still sparkles, though
(I wonder if holes heal)
Scar tissue clumping under pink flesh
like coal seams
Someone will hand you a
(piece of chewed bubble gum/map of Indiana/Kodak moment)
Out here the crows freeze.
Sometimes but only sometimes.
arm in arm
with the luminary.
Or was life something else? False memory syndrome?
Jan 13: I AM NOT FAMOUS ANYMORE
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Feb 1: I AM NOT FAMOUS ANYMORE
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Feb 11: #IAMSORRY
Anna Lei lives in LA and works in fashion and can eat two Chipotle burritos in one sitting (follow her on Instagram @chameleonsoulx for picture proof) but failed the Man vs Food challenge at the Broken Yolk in 2010. Her poems have been published in Coconut Books, Robot Melon and Everyday Genius.