you have to stop calling me momma

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if only i had a working uterus..
i could birth nations of ___
(and thus begins the problem)
un-gender specifics
breed them sweet, dirty hands
that smell of lanterns
that smell of lilac falling
common denominator =s beat
no,
beat.
chipless wonderers that eat the heads of consumption
the line is too long
the thought is diluted
my babies write poems to burn in a stolen fire
campside, along the cold desert night
not really here today
nor gone tomorrow


Michele McDannold is the author of Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days, a book of poetry available from PUNK HOSTAGE PRESS. She was the Editor-in-Chief at Red Fez Publications for five years and is currently the editor/publisher at Citizens for Decent Literature. She has an extensive collection of flannel and rubber chicken heads. For more, please visit michelemcdannold.com.

imposterization

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the city creeps
the night screams
it’s all so noir
and smudgy-

stand next to something
real, maybe
you are
projecting

maybe somewhere else
but not here
the city here gnaws on itself
a vegan out on meat night
and the only sound you hear is
look who’s over there..
look who’s looking
look

-Michele McDannold 4/17/15


Michele McDannold is the author of Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days, a book of poetry available from PUNK HOSTAGE PRESS. She was the Editor-in-Chief at Red Fez Publications for five years and is currently the editor/publisher at Citizens for Decent Literature. She has an extensive collection of flannel and rubber chicken heads. For more, please visit michelemcdannold.com.

no sleep ’til… or after… or surrounding seattle…

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magical thinking 101

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if i was at home where i belonged, i’d be taking a nap right now. i’d have let the record player blare into nothingness but a faint swish, swish, swish. i might wake up feeling a bit lazy and a lot contented, switch to an old CD and swipe the counters and tables and whatnots of dust real quick before you’re due home. if the house had grown cold, i’d make it warm again..tending to the unlit fires as if i had a say in it.


Michele McDannold is the author of Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days, a book of poetry available from PUNK HOSTAGE PRESS. She was the Editor-in-Chief at Red Fez Publications for five years and is currently the editor/publisher at Citizens for Decent Literature. She has an extensive collection of flannel and rubber chicken heads. For more, please visit michelemcdannold.com.