Cloud Can

by Tasha Klein

I think in your ear, a flood that has a
no-ended expression. above. away from
feel.

doorway lips

vacant, glossy hips

a good cig kill

need. need. everything. you know
& that raging.

plastic waist. wrinkles move an emotion.

lie back. shower heat.

wet stop. until your mouth can't.

spongy elbows. foot laugh.

dark, tilting irises.

swollen knot. more blinked. your eyes
masturbate.

'you're my diamond boy'

by Tasha Klein

stuck
in the window
spaced
apart
snow worms
look
i've found god
under
this big skirt
in their cold hair
hey
can u inject me with some of that
brilliant juice
u know
for after
when i'm all warm
and feeling like a
gift
subdued lips
red on white
snow-mouth
yours are the poems i write