Wiley Birkhofer
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I feel so good
I feel so nothing Listening to the wind with its whole body The sound of him dragging a soiled napkin to his lair So many smiles of these days Grinding themselves down to tight little stumps The compulsion to pull your pants over your shoulders And walk around like a spider with two legs and no arms |
[Dear Mom if that is your real name…]
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Dear Mom if that is your real name
My skin is falling off and there are too many crows here I scraped my back on the dirty coral and now I’m dead Everyone else in the room is doing it wrong Everyone else is happier Black silk robe Gardening her heart WILEY BIRKHOFER (1987-2014) was a poet, musician, and artist from Menlo Park, CA. He studied English at Stanford and poetry at the graduate writing program at NYU, where he earned his MFA in 2014. Other poems can be found in Split Infinitive; Word Riot; Punchnel’s; The Rain, Party, & Disaster Society; and at wileybirkhofer.com.
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