Three Poems

monday
 

can i sit on your chest while i write this instead

these aren’t about my boyfriend

but about some instances

that i deemed

significant

 

secrets that aren’t worth keeping

she read me my tarot 

and i am only

two cards away

 

 

 

 

 

tuesday (or: i felt a little evil)
 

on days off i feel nervous

not sure what to do 

but knowing

that i have to

 

a cloud surrounds me

and i almost used the word “noxious”

but i didn’t

 

tired and clammy

from trying to

do something with my body

 

from reading words that were not my own and being touched by them

 

i took a picture of a poem 

by ariana reines

and texted it to you

 

the focus

was the part where she mentions

how she and her lover

slapped each other in the face

 

because we did that

but i purposely left in

how he claims to 

“feel like the girl” 

and says that he means

“attached”

 

 

 

 

 

WHEN YOU DON’T TEXT ME BACK I LOG INTO MIITOMO (thursday)
 

the sight of our miis cuddling

arouses in me

a strange sense of pleasure

 

it feels good to be

on my phone

 

the way

your mii holds my mii

the way

our miis gaze at the stars

 

i want your mii to answer my mii’s questions

i want

to hang out in your room

 

i answer all of my questions 

with answers that you’d like to hear

 

other people heart my mii’s answers 

but they don’t know

 

 

 

 

shy watson is a poet and waitress living in kcmo. she is the author of AWAY STATUS (bottlecap press 2016). her work appears in places like Hobart, Electric Cereal, and ENTROPY, and a full list of her publications can be found at shywatson.tumblr.com/writing.