Conversion van on blocks
Nothing was glorified
We can’t unfuck anyone
Could gather a list
Be more problematic
Assemble the fruitless blame
Plump & yellow buttercups
For the doxen to piss
Remove the alcohol content
Small blue pill
To say I’m fallen out
Implicate my judgment
Disable my alarms
Blue plate special with fresh banana
Fat gold tuba in the trunk
Whichever comes first or who
Leaves who waits
It out the semantics
A diaphragm built for two
We exist in the ending for
Years rebuilt at our sides
I can’t see your face
I want to see your face
The kind of person that chooses
A white car looks bad in snow
Palm the clutch for speed through
All our best years in reverse
from That Which Comes After
And I collect the pretty ones
Lemondrop in the delicate cycle
Every moth the same color
The dust that shook when it flew
From my chest how you saw it
You told me after trembling
In the raw September heat
What got left behind as stains
Let the casserole thaw for one hour
Boil sugar in water
Jump the gate & let me through
Love has me backed over
Who else has forgotten about me
To find me laying eggs in the flour
Spoil the milk after opening
I stick to your sides as cream
Lonely for winter
Gluing paper flowers to the walls
from That Which Comes After
If I take my pill
Too early makes me nauseous
Pay my rent with loans
Not everything can be toasted
Yogurt for instance
Helps balance my ph
I care about some things
Because I’m older
Notice the shifts
In my body routine
Not a fan of dogs
With curly hair
Not convinced
Drano works there
Are some moments my own
Experience as film reel
My apologies
To the projector
Some pictures
Should never be
Your delicate demeanor
Never cried over
Maybe that’s not true
Alexis Pope is the author of Soft Threat (Coconut Books, 2014), as well as three chapbooks. Recent work has appeared or is forthcoming in Bat City Review, Birdfeast, Denver Quarterly, Poor Claudia :: Phenome, and The Volta, among others. She lives in Brooklyn.