Sometimes I go into my Google Docs and I’m like, oh yeah, I wrote all this stuff. Here is a random smattering of poems circa 2017-8.

Kylo Ren gave a poetry workshop
his jawline did most of the talking
he told us about love, the ever present
force in the universe that binds us together
and his ex-girlfriend, Lindsay,
which sounds like “lagoon” if you write it
as many times as he did on innocent
pieces of paper who never asked for this
I tried to keep up with his narrative instruction
but somewhere between being a being of love
in the universe and becoming the universe
made of love, I got a bit lost

I waited, fingers poised over the keyboard, for
some kind of writing assignment, but he gave
none, there was too much love in his heart to
stop talking
the only thing I could agree on was that listening
to him, definitely made me sympathize with those
who blow up planets

#KyloRenInCargoShorts

Fat Girl Eating Donuts

I called myself fat
you thought I said worthless
I should be angry
about that, but fair’s fair
my brain thought of it first
I called myself fat
because I wear XLs some days
and XXLs on others,
and some days, I can’t
fit anything in a store
a man once complimented me
by saying he wanted to get lost
in my thighs, adding that
fucking a fat girl was definitely
on his bucket list

I called myself fat
you thought I said ugly
so you told me I’m beautiful
as if you were saving my
life
I called myself fat
because I can’t stop the
voice in my head that tells me
you would love me if I was
a little bit thinner,
just a touch prettier
but if you loved me for that,
then what do you really love?

I called myself fat
you thought I said empty
but no one can be empty
when they’re this full of
sugar

I called myself fat
because I’ve broken every
rule I created that says
I need to balk at food
and skip all these meals
you wonder why I
eat so much,
I wonder how your
disgust was ever
going to make
thin

Stay Puft

in a dream, I’m the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man
at my wedding
everyone compliments my bridal glow,
but that glow is evil
and I am from another dimension

my fiancé suggests I stop summoning terror dogs
while he’s trying to read his handwritten vows,
but this ceremony is boring, and I crave blood

at dinner, I eat both of our meals without apology
when my husband says I’ve taken on a green hue,
I laugh and tell him not to worry; it’s just my
unbridled hatred

I dance alone at my wedding because, of course
I twirl and twirl until none of the guests remain
my husband suggests I should lie down after all that
spinning

but I have thank you cards to write
and a city to destroy