Poetry ie Angst ie Abstraction ie love: A Series

Here are some poems about things that don’t exist.

Self-taught

I wanted to know, what
is the meaning of life?
so I swallowed three
pills
like fish bones.

I wanted to learn, what
does it mean to be alone?
so I wrote a letter
a lie
to the only people who loved me.

I wanted to discover, what
is empathy?
so I smashed your forehead
brainless
with my own.

what?

Creepy Crawly

Why is my lip bleeding?

Her leg was clammy
as if it were the hand of an unsavory gentleman,
which it was not.
It poked up translucent hairs
into my unbidden palm
which was dry,
savory,
not sweet.

I squeezed her leg because it was too
thin and
she startled up and kicked me in the lip.