three poems
by Diana Salier

now there are no laws forever

mornings i am too tired
and you are always too far
from my breakfast table .

the sheets are in the dryer
warming
in electric heat
for your imminent return .

i remember kissing you
monday in bed
while surfy indie pop bands
who sound vaguely like joy division
played in the background .

it's like i can't call you baby
so i make a list of words that start with baby
and combine to send you this telegram:
' hi baby carrots,
don't forget the baby back ribs
for the baby-faced babysitters
of the baby elephants ' .

it's like tonight we're the last
two people left on earth .
now you're stuck with me, baby carrots .

now i'm the cop and you're the robber
now you're the cop and i'm the robber
now we're both the robbers
and now there are no laws forever .




you are having a good hair day everything else will follow suit

you came to this world with no expectations but somehow they found you ! . it's best not to fret . you will get married after a skydiving incident , you will hasten some vows from a hospital bed ten minutes from false death just after the [ tunnel of light ] has receded and [ god ] suckerpunched you back to your sack of bones and blue striped gown .

upon waking you will hold hands with the first person you see and nearly kill them with kindness , and then nearly kill them . but it's best not to fret . here we are alive, and please go outside and enjoy this popsicle ! find some peanut butter for your jelly and eat it. i'll be your own psychic sidekick , i'll tell you what's been on your mind .

we are gathered here today as i would like more information on the possibility of loving you . i'm interested in loving you in a cardboard box where there's nothing else to do but sit there and love you . i'm interested in loving you on a desert island at night without a flashlight . i'm interested in loving you on a spaceship though it's your fault the aliens have found us and it's easier to kind of hate you .

you look so damn good in those denim shorts ! . find a vegan cookie and eat it . the party will never start without you / you are the party and the ten foot cake display and there are hungry mouths open , waiting to feed . also you are not the only one standing alone in the bread aisle wondering how you will die . look at me with the canned foods , poring over black beans wondering how i will die .

now the sun has come up in the east or has it . now the sun has come up in the east . come up here like the sun in the east . your arms were meant to wrap around things . you were meant to be naked . here i am naked playing this guitar // here your arms are wrapped about some foreign limbs // here we are having a drunk moment but we are totally sober .

you are having a good hair day: everything else will follow suit .




big dog meets little dog

one day i send you
a picture of a tall,
apatosaurus-looking dinosaur
standing on a table
next to a shorter
fierce-looking t.rex

i say this is us
you're the taller one
on the left

and you say oh definitely,
i'm that one
definitely that's me

and eileen myles says
there's this thing
that's destroying
us all

i think love
or expectation
or the expectation
of love



Diana Salier is a musician and person who writes. she is the author of Letters From Robots and the chapbook Wikipedia Says It Will Pass. she plays guitar for Swells and wears plaid boxers, but not usually at the same time.

 
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