Emily Kendal Frey - Poems
I love your little hedge
Someone left a pink square
in my heart
It’s spreading out like gum
A cornfield is both safe
and dangerous
But people, when assigned
a property or characteristic,
only fail
White people can never trust themselves
Because they are standing on stolen legs
When I can’t sleep I breathe
Such a watery fish
Jealousy takes a pinch
Another vehement sensation
comes in
Did you ruin your one good chance
The camellias are
almost done
dying
I don’t love
anyone enough
to be quiet
Bigger hanging plant
Dreamed my friend was a lake
and ordered me out
O draping time
At breakfast
with meat, pickled onions
I’m not sorry for what I want
Hand in my pocket in your pocket
The wrong joke but told well
I took a shower in the side of a mountain
My clothes fell
Off and love was many crouches
Come out, love
My phone was pieces of dirt
Swirling at my feet
As I moved through
this life
I wore a sign
Don’t agree to what you don’t believe
You expected from the world a kind of care
You only found in parks
Scar on wrist
Of ex
Watery shit
Sloshes up on your back
Carport
I thought I saw someone
Peeing in the flowers
But they were just existing,
Prettying
Words are threads
My body might
sleep in a bed but I
belong nowhere
Dreams are flipped switches
Lilac on sill a broken ship
My dad’s brain
in its nest
I am not confident enough
To not suffer
Gray Rose of Tomorrow
I’m going to let more people close to me
Stick my cereal to their feet
Bigger pot
I am not the authority
on
big gashes
in grass,
even my body does not feel
fully mine—
the distance between me
and infinity
I am about the age of my mother
When my father divorced her
I am sleeping in the basement
With a bottle of wine
I am filling pages my daughter
Will read as she steals money from my purse
To buy her own wine
I am turning my neck
Into the pillow
We are bending
Our knees
We are wondering who
Might rip off our
Invisible cloaks
I am moving through
I am moving through
the World at world pace
Didn’t think
I was better
Passed your old house
Your old penis
Did fold the memory
under a river
I want a lot
Of life on me
Thoughts that do
the work
Get me to a new view
It’s artful to say real things
Get down from your artifice
I’m with you
The room where you died
You taped a green iridescent bug to the wall