5/23/2017 From Wednesday To Friday by Mason MimiFrom Wednesday To Friday would an offering of (fake) chicken and (real) waffles be too crass? would an offering of 1/4 a bottle of wine be too crass? sometimes i talk too fast, so listen- i can’t say for sure what pure love really is. if it’s holding pinkies in a safeway, if it’s laying in bed for an entire thursday, if it’s going through the bad, going through the terrible, trudging through mud for days only to end up with two rotten apple cores once an apple is eaten it can’t ever be the same and i want that love not just this fresh one, hardly skinned not just the one that feels soft to the touch i want the rough, i want the rot, the mold, the mildew that lines your ribs i’d like to take the bones from your tall frame and make a mildew-ridden shelter, have it collapse onto me nothing perfect can stay, and nothing that can fit into “perfect” is really pure and if that’s what’s pure, then i don’t want to be pure i want the apple cores, i want the rot, i want your mildew listen listen listen- there isn’t a way on earth to know how genuine any of the love we held together was i don’t trust anything anyways not my sister’s driving when i’m half-asleep not my own dreams when i’m all the way asleep not the way my two hands shake, keeping my own secrets a secret from myself, until it’s too late and one of my own character flaws skated under my nose, driving people away without me even knowing it i think i was in the right place at the right time, which was also you being in the right place at the right time listen, listen- love is tricky, it’s fickle, it’s something i always hope for but don’t know how to act around i want to shake love’s hand, ask how it’s doing, where it’s been, where it’s going but love doesn’t care for me, and love always gets pulled off fast from my mildewed body, sometimes just sliding off, too much sweat in the heat of the winter how can it be that i talk too much, but never enough? i think my phobia is love, okay, listen- whether any of the love we experienced was genuine, whether it was all made up, whether you fell in love with someone else the moment i left town, yours is a funeral i’d fly to from anywhere Bio: Mason Mimi (they/them) is a poet, activist, student, and daycare worker based out of Portland, OR. They make zines, host open mics, and host a radio show/podcast series with some of their great friends as Big Things PDX (bigthingspdx.com).Their most recent collection of their own poems is also up on the Big Things PDX website, titled "Comes In Threes." Comments are closed.
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