the boy from the play

 2010:

making dinner with you

2011:

eating breakfast with you.

all i want for christmas is a new reality

furious

I know you said nothing. twice. again.
so much nothing. but then
I caught you shaking
I caught you
shaking
and you blamed the cold
but I know it was more like the heat
or the something
whatever that was.

I know this is what happened, but I've been losing sleep
my mind wanders
and winds
over the details that meld into blur and then fade.

In the morning with the snow falling
the ground is shining through my window
and my toes wiggle the blankets to anything closer to warm
I can smell the air seeping through the cracks of the house that whistles in the wind
and it smells familiar
and not like you.

ez

The Best Way to Know a Person

I’ve been seeing the human condition suffer from a lack

of physical contact, so they turn

to masturbating

their iPhones and Blackberries in public.

In subways and in schools,

on aeroplanes and buses,

in front of families at dinner tables, while

driving or in the movies and

at funerals.

I would like to say to these people:

"If you want to connect with somebody

so badly then

why don't you just fuck them?"

i hope your ears bleed

i am going to demand more.

don't forget,

history.