a friend i could help a while ago maybe three or four years ago i met at this clinic i thought it was a clinic at least i thought i could change a life somewhere someone somewhere the clinic asked me if i could hand out bleach kits if i was okay with it thinking it meant something else like hair or teeth or skin … Continue reading “A Friend, Five” by Daniel Woody
a friend he slips up says he takes long runs to soften his blues might be too private so he blushes gets me thinking can anyone see my brown skin blush from shame love guilt heat drink arousal failure fear or is it that i blush brown and for a moment i darken or perhaps i mean blacken This is the fourth in a series of … Continue reading “A Friend, Four” by Daniel Woody
a friend he tells me nothing is better than taking a good shit i laugh but then i notice he has built his life around taking good shits efficient and clean he eats whole grains and fruits and vegetables and each morning and night metamucil he avoids meats from inferior butchers snacks on yogurt and oats bataille wrote about this shit he looked at it … Continue reading “A Friend, Three” by Daniel Woody
a friend she and i talk as the sun sets over chicago she says i think trauma is a gift not only do i not believe her i am angry trauma is not a gift but a weight i remember whitacre his song when david heard absalom was slain he went into his chamber over the gate he wept and thus he said o my … Continue reading “A Friend, Two” by Daniel Woody
a friend apollo he becomes an old friend the moment we meet yesterday yesterday he says i am apollo this one he speaks in poems i want to write he peeks in poems but that’s me i guess i mean you think apollo means more than he realizes he means but you realize in fact he knew all along there was nothing to be realized … Continue reading “A Friend, One” by Daniel Woody
