Three Poems

WHEN YOU CALL AND SAY ‘BLOW ME’ MY ANSWER WILL BE DEPENDENT ON THE DAY’S AMBIENT BAROMETRIC PRESSURE   a friend described the wind as ‘brutal’ and i tried to envision the wind as an entity capable of brutality it ended up looking not unlike an ex-boyfriend hurling hurtful epithets about my cooking and communication skills passive-aggressively disparaging my appearance and sexual performance and laying general waste to my self-esteem for that reason i stopped what i was doing held my arms up     above my head and let the wind surround me like a spiteful swirl of drunken 1 a.m. texts in the hopes that once it was done hating me we might both move on with our lives   LOOK IT UP ON WIKIPEDIA OR SOMETHING   like the snuggliest of armadillos you captured my heart in the red rocks and taste of desert air we cuddled together settled in the cactus-cold drunk on the arizona sun five months later i died of leprosy   IT’S FUN IF YOU PRONOUNCE IT PHONETICALLY   i feel like i am drowning in a very large, very shallow pool. you can’t forget how to swim—but one day, the stove you left on will burn your whole house to elsewhere. if you are very far from home, and you miss the ocean, don’t rent beverly hills chihuahua 2. this advice can be applied to most things in life. the next time you are with someone you love, spell their name in hugs. luckily for all of us, affection is an unquantifiable resource—that, and a december moon on the waterfront, hand frozen around a slurpee cup. slurpees are technically limited in supply, but i don’t think we’re going to run out any time soon. i think people are most beautiful when they are being themselves.