two poems

two poems

Poetry

Jul 13

Written By David Estringel

by Sasha

Needle one and needle two and Dreams—

wanting touch and death

the same;

minotaur tits

and meat computer

and

I’ve harped on this

before

but—

sorry half-hearts

break glasses on

their hands

in sinks

too hard to just

forget

slick and

wet

with redness

like the

little

dot

mouth

kissed

on

the dotted

line

needle one

and

needle two

and dreams—

slanted window

of a blue bedroom

not welcome

mother I

don’t call on

anymore

stuffed dog

riding

trains alone

metropolis

and ice cream

and cryptic gore

and

soiled nights

something awful and

sad

and selfish

in the way

only a

baby girl

can be

and torments worn

short and broad

and lobster tails

and Catholic shrines

and fears

I can’t

remember

stopping passersby

to wax and coax

just

practically

self-stimulating

and

ugly,

ugly things

Death drive to Alexandria

Lips stained

violent

Tell me that

you hate

me

please

tell me

you want

death

tomorrow

it’s easier

that way

discharge on

my tongue

swallows

to my

eyes

forbidden river

full of

snakes

and

the biggest whitest

forearm

you’ve ever

fucking seen

house shoes shaped

like kitty cats

and

carpets hanged

on sweating walls

These are the things

that I remember—

and God knows

there aren’t

many

of them

but

I don’t fear

oblivion

only fish

and cockroaches

and God

and drunks

and violence

I’ve built machines you

couldn’t even dream

up

I’ve stuck

fingers

where

they don’t

go

and cried

because it

hurts

and

I’ve fucked

girls I

am scared

of

used my student loans

to soak up

the wetness

Call it cowardice

or intrigue

or rotten

death drive

masturbatory

self

crippled shrinking

violet

cut stem

and death mouth

and carnal

fucking

self doubt

Baby I don’t know

all I do

is take

and try

to stop

I guess

and then I take

some more

BIO: Sasha Benderskaya is a poet, an engineer, and generally unlucky. She lives in Boston, but tries not to.