pigs > humans
the state of crisis for
my well being is a serious
lack of hot potatoes
bursting in the microwave
when you mix buttermilk
with store bought pea soup
you get sad clouds
sadder than me
and on most days
that is a fucking achievement
the pulp inside my eyes
is hardening to fight
this serious crisis
in a ring of plastic tinder sparks
with ultra padded knee plates
mouthy
i will see boys
inside myself
counting till 10 and a hundred
and letting the
ceiling fan judge
my life choices
you don’t get to get over
your inner pig
or other ugly animals
as determined by humans
lower than themselves
and i can’t help but laugh
because animals fuck
from the behind
and we are no different.
ikea faces
i’m going to ikea
today
the sky is keeping secrets
like a sugar free
candy bar
stuck to its organic
wrapper it’s perishable
when chewed right
i’m also perishable
and i have been chewed
multiple times
in showers mostly
the first time was in Hanoi
for spring break
and i just wanted to drown
in grass and wheat
boiled in steel pots
there was no bath tub
so i let go of the idea
and you let go of my hand
it’s important
for teeth marks
to make first impressions
right and equal
on every part of the body
gums showing loudly
measuring girth for penis luck
screaming bodies fucking
in school contests
in every country
i look around
at every face in ikea
and watch eyes unite
and cliques form
on every forehead
measuring girth as faulty reflexes
i blame the teachers
fingers rummaging the rough leather
you can use stove top fires
to burn of maps
and skin
it’s ironic how i feel at home
walking in ikea
with faces
holding hands i will
never hold
it’s human nature sometimes
to try
99% of people fornicate better
on ikea beds.
closed gate community
i’m counting rice in muscles
i’m feeling a tumor feeling me.
i own one chair in our apartment
it is filled with sweat
and underwear that’s been washed too long
in the community washing machine.
we pay for drying our heads
we give head as a form of apology
and birthday presents
because we live in communities
houses with the same parents.
we share barbq chicken hearts
and laugh
we invented fire we think
and then it burns us.
i won’t share my rice
i will eat it directly from the bag
earth is for sale in our mouth
earth is selling doubts in our mouth.
hearts and muscles are often
mixed together
till they become nothing but curry
so we can feel less bad
and more like bats
hanging, chilling.
can you stop staring at me?
my pimples hurt even
before i created them.
Nooks Krannie is a girl and poet. She is half Persian/half Palestinian and full human. Her first chapbook 'I have hard feelings & I wish I could quit chocolate' was published by Moloko House Press in 2016 and her second chapbook 'candied pussy' is forthcoming from Thistlemilk Press. She tumbls at http://nkrannie.tumblr.com/ and instagrams @nookskrannie.