11

"i am so out of tune with you."

most people find the fanciest ways to say it
but mostly i am just going to say
it makes me so fucking sad.

10

the bear says, "plus maybe a little otis redding."

9

1. i dreamt about you last night
2. "so tell me all about your celebrated past/so tell me all about how long your battle lasts/because you're as big as texas texas texas"
3. i am so going to make some french toast tonight
   

8

el cohen,

you are a wise man, it is true. find me a way to make this poem be for every woman. you wrote it, why can't every man have written it, yes?



BENEATH MY HANDS

Beneath my hands
your small breasts
are the upturned bellies
of breathing fallen sparrows.

Wherever you move
I hear the sounds of closing wings
and falling wings.

I am speechless
because you have fallen beside me
because your eyelashes
are the spines of tiny fragile animals.

I dread the time
when your mouth
begins to call me hunter.

When you call me close
to tell me
your body is not beautiful
I want to summon
the eyes and hidden mouths
of stone and light and water
to testify against you.

I want them
to surrender before you
the trembling rhyme of your face
from their deep caskets.

When you call me close
to tell me
your body is not beautiful
I want my body and my hands
to be pools
for your looking and laughing.



love,
why levy

7

twenty years old

it is very important to me
that you notice that i am wearing a pin
that has a cupcake and a bunny on it.
also i have my first radio show tomorrow.
you can listen to me bungle and mumble my way through it
at 9-11AM pacific time every friday
here at kups.ups.edu.

6

1. "but which can not have, like the lifting sea/ over each other's fur."
2. also i guess the third time this year i will post one of these videos.

5

oh i see what you did there hello

4

3

dear bonnie prince will palace billy,

"do you ever speak directly to either the moon or the sun? i have to the moon a lot and then i realized this summer that i've been neglecting the sun."

i told my buddy about how i think i like the moon better. i like how it's just a big chunk of rock up there reflecting light everywhere. that sounds a lot nicer than being on fire. but i think i've been neglecting the sun, too.

also it made me think of el cohen again (i bet you like him too), and this poem of his from 1965:

He was lame
as a 3 legged dog
screamed as he came
through the fog

If you are the Light
give me a light
buddy

i think that's pretty darn great. i think you're pretty darn great too.

love,
yael.

2

"AND A HAND TO HOLD YOUR THROAT
TO STIFLE THAT CRYING CHOKE"
- ENTER CLARINET SOLO -

1

"the bed is kind of narrow, but my arms are open wide."