$9

$9

I see you rocking those
nine dollar jeans
feel like I'm getting 
hard up

internet dream
in your nine dollar jeans
for all the
nylon in China

come with me for a
two dollar pizza slice
fifty cent coffee
fifteen dollar rock

we can dream about
places we could never fly
with your record and
my bank account

see you rocking
those nine dollar jeans
know we're not
meant to be

not when those
nine dollar jeans
are across the street
for three

The Exile

The Exile

All at once the mask falls off
He's shaking everyone in the room

You can't be serious
Your ideas are ridiculous

You have no idea
What you do

Taking the wrong bus
Getting off at the wrong stop

The technology
Doesn't work

Then she comes home
And the meal is cooked

A sense of calm
Returns

They continue
The dialogue

Civilization
Starts with two

Sleeping with Nazis

Sleeping with Nazis

she comes home from 

a hard day at the death camp

never discusses work

I know enough not to ask

her take off her boots

in silence

I’m home early 

working for the resistance

You know what they say;

opposites attract

She loves hearing about

office gossip

I make a good soup 

I’m vegetarian

Usually too tired to move

watching netflix

Planning about the summer

when she thinks the war will end

She’s excited about her promotion

We’ll be moving deeper into Poland

I’m sure I can find work as a translator

Of course it all bothers me 

I throw up my hands 

and I go to sleep

Draw

draw

I try to give back

what I took in

don't wanna deal with 

feelings of resentment

there will be some pain

and some happiness

perhaps two sides 

of the same process

take your crayons

use my pen

mark up my books

I'll leave ink stains 

we'll scratch 

crazy lines

paint them 

over again

try on other sizes

and then see what happens

we'll call it

a draw

Why I Left

Why I left

you couldn't have guessed

so I drew a map

from where we're at

to where it'd never end

you didn't notice

me feeling stressed

you were on your mission

under my dress

as you counted the stars

I navigated by heart

to a place calm and warm

off the map

If you never knew 

enough to ask

you'll never know

why I left

Every Kind of Red

Every Kind of Red

I want every kind of red
From the tomato
To your lips
To the wine

Just when you say
There's nothing left
I get the blood
And the pen underlines

Correcting verses
Lipstick smudged on my neck
Sunset etching our faces
The pot making us ill

I'll give you
Every kind of red
Tears soaking meat
We'll never buy

You're wearing
Every kind of red
Behind sunglasses
Pictures posted with three likes

Sugarhigh

sugarhigh

را لمس نمی کند.

را لمس نمی کند.  

there are things we know

and those we don't 

places I go

places you won't 

it doesn't all get stored

it sometimes explodes

das nas san

there are secrets to touch

and secrets to hold

usernames to forget

passwords get lost

just when you think your head 

has gone to the clouds

das nas san

we can find a solution 

for your storage needs

as the world dries up

and floods us with fear

you can feel secure

when you let go of things

if you can resist its touch

you'll know how it feels