3 by Kelly schirmann
from BOYFRIEND MOUNTAIN
No One Deserves Transcendence is the best way to understand popular culture. I am a specific kind of growing in that I understand my weight can never be held by words. When I tell you about my midnight feelings I can hardly believe you’re alive-- I let my truck-like interior crush itself slowly over & over against the side of your house. Once or twice you will find a face that’s familiar enough to fall in love with, other times you’ll be startled by how much you don’t need anyone. When I am two beers deep I re-discover the ecstasy pocket pooling in the great communal sky. I dip my hair into it like a lake. My hair dries beautifully into something else. |
from BOYFRIEND MOUNTAIN
Someone wrote on a bathroom wall The largest eggs in the world are laid by sharks & someone else wrote underneath it The largest woman in the world is laid by yr dad. What I want to say to you is shut up & let the universe reproduce itself. Cauliflower & broccoli mixed together makes a trippy-looking vegetable you casually mention you’d like a framed print of. The me who believed that Blood Sugar Sex Magik was a decent album would have fucked you at the nature preserve & then held onto it underneath my swim trunks while pretending to stir up feelings about the small, shitty tide pools. The me who showed you how to hike down to the private springs is not the me who was brought to the pool by someone much stronger than you, much worse than you. It doesn’t mean the world isn’t amazing. Teens discover naturally-occurring examples of the Fibonacci sequence in their dads’ yards, someone gets in bed with someone they just met & hears them say, sarcastically, I love you. If I make eye contact with anyone today it’ll give me away immediately. The me who spent a decade thinking about what cairns meant, but not giving much of a shit who put what where, & how come. |
from BOYFRIEND MOUNTAIN
All night long I listen to the cats howl out the window from the church’s vacant field You wake up briefly to ask if they are fighting or having sex What’s the difference is the cheapest answer at any hour, but I lay it gently over the milk of your hair What is that thing you are doing with your fingers I keep meaning to say before it’s over In that frizzing moment of something actually happening there are only four or five words that come to your mind I think of going back there where the bridge splits the county road in half Buying a diesel truck & divorcing my family like I never could at fifteen I’d like my body to go back to being that pure 8 pm twilight it was before I got why people move to Brooklyn but I don’t want to watch us fly over the plain lakes spilling out across the country, leaving a shadow, then leaving altogether Things with great, hooping Indian names Things no one sings songs for |
BOYFRIEND MOUNTAIN will be released as a collaborative full-length with Tyler Brewington this fall from Poor Claudia. KELLY SCHIRMANN's other words, music, & art have recently been parked at places like Spork, Sixth Finch, Everyday Genius, NOÖ Journal, Illuminati Girl Gang, & The Volta.
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