zzzine

so,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
by default number (20)12 is about to get itself copied.  i haven't written an issue since #11 in 2007, so it seems about time.

in honor of this, a dusty poem out of by default #8 (from 2004):

i'm good at imaginary romances

1.
walk me home, walk me
to the afterbar party, walk me
away from romance & into
reality.  no, i'm kidding.
don't

i'm on it.
fire, cloud nine, the moon, etc etc

guess what?  i have no eyes
anymore, i just called
to say anything but
compromise.  see?
you're so unspecific.
i can't help you.

first kisses can be the worst
except special cases when
they're not
like last kisses

2.
my heart belongs to imperfect
optimistic brilliant quirky types

like my father, she says

3.
approach & look directly
long, can you, without
the gossip wedging between
us?  can you slam the
sensual into strange spots
behind ears & elbows?
will you also wrap around
the waste like a lasso
& toss it sky-limitless?
might you be serious &
still once the crowd goes
to bed, like the wing span
of a bird, coasting, coasting?