BLODDY MARY. SUNDAY MOURNING. // EVAN PONTER

Creatures under candlelight

Maddened in the mourning.

Brimstone by the driver’s side

Anecdotally alluring.

Eggs and Bacon. Flak seed.

Our night living in your stories.

Placenta on my finger tips.

Your body is my journey.

Coffee steeped in cinnamon.

My back aching like a gurney.

You’ll be dead as fall by sun down.

Bloody Mary. Sunday mourning.

I (LIKE/HATE) YOU // EVAN PONTER

Soap opera commentary on your way to the bathroom.

I laugh. I always laugh when it gets awkward

and so do you.

Sears catalog as you open your cupboard.

You make veggie burgers. I never like veggie burgers when I’m drunk

neither do you.

Tu-pac on your Mac book as I find a tooth brush in my luggage.

I know only the chorus and I admit that

but your don’t.

A beta fish swims through a vibrating cock ring.

You’re dirty and that’s why

I (like/hate) you.

“You’re no good for me,” I say as you vacuum up the plastic.

I can’t keep you. You can’t stay here.

You’re like a (good/bad) hit of acid.