poké bowls

Crayola-green eda
mame bean
young spry newly-shelled
alongside tunachunks deep musclyred
nearly alive
with con
tour lines.

Oily gems over sticky rice
nestled near avo
cado moons.
My pacific loot.

Brimful of shredded beet
root pickle
stashed between wakimi weed
and sesame,
a heap of cured gin
ger, corallypink
with these cucumber ring
lets, like hairlocks,
tickling at ripe clumps of roe.

the parts are always better than the whole,
according to my deconstructed poké bowl.

 

Sonnet 8 | Curriculum Vitae

Author’s Note: This Sonnet was inspired by the list made by painter Agnes Martin, whose own menial, often oddball jobs provided her with the boredom she needed to be creative.

I have worked:

  1. As a salesperson at a crystals shop in a bird park.
  2. As a waitron just once.
  3. As a volunteer dog-walker.
  4. In a cat hospital, at an animal shelter.
  5. Teaching someone the International Phonetic Alphabet.
  6. As an au pair.
  7. As a freelance writer for a doomsday prepper website.
  8. As a volunteer facilitator for special needs kids.
  9. As an on-and-off writer for a local travel company.
  10. In a witch’s costume, promoting a Disney Channel movie.
  11. As kidtrepreneur, selling shitty microwaved candles to my neighbors.
  12. As a gift wrapper in a children’s toy shop.
  13. As a user experience designer.
  14. As a summer intern at the national museum, putting labels on taxidermied animals.

 

Sonnet 7 | The Avoidance of Flossing

  1. The Age of Universal Authorship
  2. The canon of the self.
  3. The simulation of life.
  4. The concept of dread.
  5. The spirit of ennui.
  6. The terror of possibility.
  7. The wordlessness of memory.
  8. The skinniness of affluence.
  9. The 5th of November.
  10. The gorgeous face-pulling of a cappella groups.
  11. The avoidance of flossing.
  12. The bleeding of gums.
  13. The reliability of box wine.
  14. The tonic of my gin.

Sonnet 5 | The events in a single literary day

(Written October 21, 2016)

  1. Lotus-eaters on Instagram.
  2. Ampersands in restaurant names.
  3. Indicators at traffic roundabouts.
  4. The events in a single literary day.
  5. The nostalgia of Christmas beetles.
  6. A touch of Google Translate between friends.
  7. A lock of hair affixed.
  8. Cheap wine & chopsticks
  9. Too much feeling all around.
  10. The scramble to reach higher ground.
  11. A sleeping totem above my head.
  12. Imitators under my bed.
  13. Speaking a far more dangerous dialect.
  14. Say with your mouth what is in your heart.

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everyday (I)

sunday’s for mondial mourning,
overripe to shortly empty and fold
to monday’s virtues (sickies, suicides),
until tuesday wedges itself
between malaise and midweek
to inspire wednesday’s thirst,
and thursday’s deepfried wontons
while friday’s saturated bodies and glasses and wallets,
give way to saturday’s sunken ease.

Your life feels like an audience of one
one will not hurt you
criticize you
burst you
one will not shrink you
humble you, like they probably need to.

Don’t tell others what you’re doing
or plan to do.
That way, you are answerable to no one
if you fail.

Your life is a supervised injection site,
a safe-space of confirmation
of do no harm (primum non nocere)
where we practice ego hygiene together
and echoes are the only answers.

-jules

Sonnet 3 | The Weight of Newton’s Gravity.

(Written October 19, 2016)

  1. The logic of doors and locks.
  2. The mindfuckery of keys.
  3. The vainglory of birds.
  4. The sweetness of basil.
  5. The tartness of acetone.
  6. The weight of Newton’s gravity.
  7. The contrivance of Panic! at the Disco.
  8. The consistency of Microsoft Tech Support phone scams.
  9. The flat tummies of ectomorphs.
  10. The vagrancy of socks.
  11. The stickiness of books.
  12. The importance of your thyroid.
  13. The Nobel Prize of Bob Dylan.
  14. The haemorrhage of Donald Trump.

Sonnet 1 | Like Dandelion Parachutes

(Written in July, 2016)
  1. Eastern thought wins. Karma’s a bitch or a friend. Keep it good with everyone. Every one holds a piece of you.
  2. Not everyone is a candidate to be your friend. Thank God for that.
  3. Those who were once friends will disappear, like dandelion parachutes. It’s not personal.
  4. Don’t make your words too thick. Keep it simple, brief. People don’t like paying attention to other ideologies for too long. Easily distracted and eager to return to own ruminations.
  5. Mean words often only sound mean in writing.
  6. Confrontation is not the the absolute worst.
  7. Books are getting harder to read.
  8. Frequently mispronounce words. Know what they mean and how to spell them, but evidently never hear them spoken.
  9. Location-based check-ins make sure that no one runs into each other spontaneously anymore.
  10. It’s useful to know where everyone is, so we can make sure we don’t run into them if it’s going to be awkward.
  11. Or that we do run into them if we have something to show off
  12. Why is everyone so terrified of awkwardness?
  13. Why are people chasing Pokémon onto highways and train tracks?
  14. Look up sometimes.

 

enough of this

You’re not:

Mature enough
Successful enough
Thin enough
Tall enough
Gay enough
Straight enough
Funny enough
Literary enough
Productive enough
Efficient enough
GMO-free enough
Edgy enough
Woke enough
Vegan enough
Followed enough
Tolerant enough
Liberal enough
Responsible enough
Supple enough
Social enough
Rich enough
Poor enough
Easygoing enough
Sleeping enough
Exercising enough
Damaged enough
Tragic enough
Committed enough
Muscled enough
Hydrated enough
Balanced enough
Religious enough
Free enough
Assertive enough
Right enough
Wrong enough
Faithful enough
Affectionate enough
Adventurous enough
Charitable enough
Neat enough
Forgiving enough.