Distance
Moonlit sky brings no kisses to the lips, cheeks no embraces We stand apart like neighbor stars a gap between us Our silhouettes licked thin like popsicles in the semi-darkness slowly vanishing under the curtain of night. The Sky Tonight The sky tonight is full of scars Gaping like my heart-flesh Punctures of its myriad stars Still bloody red and fresh Oh night, don't slip away I have much more to say Before you turn to day. I will make right The sky tonight Stagnant You're seventy-percent dihydrogen monoxide Dark and stinking of the alleyways like day-old rain puddles I'm sinking my boat paper-thin & without oars The seagull in me still dreaming of wings to save itself. I prefer my poem fat like me in the pandemic breasts, waist hips, thighs filled out with greasy phrases metaphors and poesy But oh there's no meat on that bone just diaphanous skin more deprived of nutrients than an anorexic a weightless spectre Boyfriends It's true I write incessantly about boyfriends Boyfriends who became celibate Boyfriends who became quadriplegic Boyfriends floating in memory-sea It makes me wonder if you, hunk will one day become just another shred another puzzle piece of the big picture the word "forever" falling off from where it dangles on the heart Poetry Showcase from Jackie Chou New Poems by Jackie Chou A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 (7) Interview with Jackie Chou Several poems from the Fevers of the Mind Anthologies by Jackie Chou Several poems from the Fevers of the Mind Anthologies by Jackie Chou
Fevers of the Mind 
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